Jim Feemster Posted February 16, 2007 Share Posted February 16, 2007 If you only had three paragraphs of text and three pieces of evidence {letters, pictures, maps , diagrams ,testimony, ect..}, to convince someone of conspiracy in the JFK Assassination what would your top selections be? MINE: FBI agents receiving bullet from JFK's Back. The one that didn't go through his neck and didn't hit Connally. Evidence: FBI memo. The written and sworn report of the finding of a Mauser rifle on the sixth floor of the TSBD by Dallas lawmen. Evidence: The actual report. Ozwald changing seats at the Texas Theater. Sitting beside one person and then sitting beside others in an almost empty theater. Evidence: Statement of theater patron. Very interested in your responses, jim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steve Thomas Posted February 16, 2007 Share Posted February 16, 2007 Jim, If you only had three paragraphs of text and three pieces of evidence {letters, pictures, maps , diagrams ,testimony, ect..}, to convince someone of conspiracy in the JFK Assassination what would your top selections be? Mine has always been the number of missed shots, and when they occurred. Steve Thomas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
James Richards Posted February 16, 2007 Share Posted February 16, 2007 IMO, the documented connections between George H.W. Bush, Thomas Devine (WUBRINY-1) and George De Mohrenschildt paints a damning picture. James Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Norman T. Field Posted February 16, 2007 Share Posted February 16, 2007 I fail to see how any rational person can accept the 'magic bullet' theory. And the baloney about how fast (and accurate at that speed) that the MC carbine was supposedly fired. And then with the understanding that the rifle barrel was slightly bent. LHO did, with a bent rifle, what the best marksman couldn't do with a straight one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jack White Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 The Zapruder Film DIFFERS SIGNIFICANTLY from witness statements and other evidence. Photos of Zapruder show him TOO SHORT to be the man on the pedestal. Photos of "Oswald" show several different people. Records of "Oswald" show him in different places at the same time. Evidence was fabricated in advance to frame Oswald. Too many "coincidences". These are just a few. There are hundreds more. Jack Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ed O'Hagan Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 (edited) -The written and sworn report of the finding of a Mauser rifle on the sixth floor of the TSBD by Dallas lawmen. Comment: It's possible that small arms were being smuggled directly into Dallas, concealed in rolls of carpet imported from Israel, and subsequently they were being forwarded by Ruby on behalf of the Mob to Clinton, Louisiana, for distribution to anti-Castro Cubans being trained at Lake Pontchartain. In early 1963 in New Orleans, Lee Harvey Oswald had been tagged as being an FBI informant, probably as the result of information supplied by Guy Banister, and, accordingly, Ferrie, Shaw, et al. decided that he had to be eliminated. So they drove him to Clinton on voter- registration day, August 23, 1963 to begin the 'setting-up' process. Oswald ostensibly was seeking employment, getting his hair cut, etc. according to witnesses... ( For those who, like myself, accept the 'two Oswald' theory, I would want to suggest that both Harvey and Lee were in Clinton around the same time , but not necessarily on the the same day. Check out http://www.jfk-online.com/manchester.html and note the presence of the FBI in Clinton that day). The intent of the visit to Clinton ( and also a few days earlier to nearby Jackson) was to ensure that the news of LHO's relationship to the FBI as an informant, would be slyly conveyed to Ruby. To subtly prove the point, information getting back to Ruby would later convince him that Oswald was snooping around Clinton and neighbouring Jackson with the FBI tagging along supportively. What the visit to Clinton accomplished, was both the manipulation and encouragement of the Mob to become involved in getting rid of Oswald, and also its involvement in the provision and delivery to Dallas of the weapons to be used in Dealey Plaza on 22/11/1963. Later in October when Oswald was rooming at Mrs. Bledsoe's, Ruby paid Oswald a visit. A punch-up resulted, and Mrs Bledsoe gave Oswald his marching orders. If Ruby and Oswald had not become enemies, Ruby would have delivered the Mauser directly to Oswald, and he would have carried it into the TSBD disassembled, wrapped, and under the guise of its being curtain rods, Oswald would have taken the rifle up to 6th floor and hidden it in the same spot where it was later discovered following the assassination. However, here's what I suggest actually happened: Ruby enlisted the assistance of Officer J.D. Tippit to make the delivery of the Mauser to Oswald. At 9:00 a.m. on Wednesday , November 22,1963 both Oswald and Tippit were in the Dobb's House restaurant on North Beckeley. Tippit was at the counter drinking coffee, while Oswald was complaining loudly about the unsatisfactory cooking of his breakfast eggs. This was highly unusual behavior on his part. He was normally a quiet customer, and he usually was in the restaurant much earlier. Moreover, he should have been working at the TSBD from 8:00 a.m. Tippit did not become involved. But when Oswald later departed the restaurant and hitched a ride to the TSBD from a passing motorist, he was carrying a wrapped package, which he told the driver contained curtain rods. Not alone that , but his entire conversation could be described as being one that the driver would easily remember: and that was exactly what Oswald intended. Similarly, he had raised a fuss in the restaurant for the very same purpose, namely so that both the restaurant's customers and its staff would be able to recall that Tippit and he had been present at the same time. - Oswald changing seats at the Texas Theater. Sitting beside one person and then sitting beside others in an almost empty theater. Comment: I suggest that Oswald was seeking a potential hostage. I wrote the following as an exercise in Speculation 101. Remember we are not so much lawyers armed to the teeth with convincing evidence, but rather detectives chasing down leads and looking at various possibilities. When we do it we are speculating . When scientists do it, it's called hypothesizing, and when Einstein did it, it was called attempting a giant intellectual leap forward. So here goes.... Quite some time ago I phoned Bill Drenas concerning his ‘Tippit timeline’ . I described to him what I had concluded might be a possible scenario in explaining the sequence of events which he had described so very well in his article, CAR #10 WHERE ARE YOU?’ Bill suggested that I write a paper on the topic and present it to the JFK research community at the following November JFK assassination conference in Dallas . However, I decided that posting it online and as a story rather than as a long -winded research paper, might accomplish just as much in painting the overall picture. I do not intend becoming involved in defending the narrative in any way; and if it runs contrary to individual theories in regard to the Tippit murder, then, hopefully, it might possibly provide an incentive for others to publish their own explanations as to what occurred in Oak Cliff that fatal afternoon. Read on ! Ed O’Hagan Malice In Wonderland Officer J.D. Tippit watched as the two ‘three-wheeler’ motorcycles came across the Houston Street viaduct and then turned south on Lancaster. He waited for a few moments and gave them time to get a couple of hundred yards ahead, and then revving- up the engine of the police-cruiser he sped out of the Gloco gas -station lot and drove quickly down Lancaster. He turned right on Eight and stopped at the house where Harry was awaiting their arrival. Iggy and Mike had already dismounted from the machines inside the garage, and Harry was waiting for them to come outside so that he could close the garage door. J.D noticed that Harry was looking very upset and appeared to be in a great hurry to get the two men out of the garage as quickly as possible. As J.D. was pulling -up, Mike, ran over, and before the cruiser had even stopped he was in the front seat beside J.D and yelling at him, “Head for Lee’s place on North Beckley. You know where it is.” “Oh, my God ”, said J.D, “ you mean that Lee and the Cubans actually went through with it? “ Yeah, they did , and Iggy and I each took a shot at him as he ran across the grass to the pick-up wagon , and we both missed. But I guess he heard nothing, and so he’s none the wiser. He should be home by now, and if not, then all we can do is wait and see if he turns up. Meanwhile Lee was in his room at 1026 N.Beckley checking that his .38 Special revolver was fully loaded . He knew that someone had taken a shot at him as he was leaving the TSBD and running towards the Rambler. He had heard the high pitched whine of the bullet as it had zipped past his elbow and stuck the sidewalk only a few feet away. What he did not know, and neither did Mike nor Iggy, was that it had been a third shot fired by Fil from his position down by the underpass. Lee realized only too well just how he had been tricked. If he had remained in the TSBD, he would have been safe. But they had planned to get him to leave the building... something he had never intended doing. With the Cubans up on the sixth floor doing the shooting, all he had to do was sit in full view in the cafeteria down on the second floor, and he had a perfect alibi. And that’s exactly what he had done. It was only when that cop had come in with his gun drawn that Lee began to realize that things had changed, and that he had to get out of the building very fast. If the cop caught the Cubans upstairs before they had time to leave the building, then Lee knew he was in a really bad situation. The shot that had gone whizzing past his elbow at waist level had left him in no doubt whatsoever that he had been set up, and that his life was in deadly jeopardy from that moment on. Lee tucked the revolver into the right side pocket of his pants, and was about to leave the room when suddenly he heard the sound of a car horn being tooted twice quickly. He took a quick look outside and saw the cruiser with J.D. behind the wheel, and Mike sitting beside him. They waited for a few moments, then Lee saw Mike nodding at J.D. and the cruiser moved away. He thought that they had left, but in fact J.D. had just driven the cruiser a couple of hundred yards up the street and parked where he could keep the house in full view. Lee left the house and walked quickly over to the bus stop. J.D. and Mike saw him, but J.D. had to wait for the then approaching bus to pass where they were parked before pulling the cruiser back onto the street again.. By the time they caught up with the bus, it had already stopped to pick-up Lee, and it was now on the move again heading south on N. Beckley. Looking through the rear window as he was walking down the aisle of the bus to take his seat, Lee had already spotted them following along behind. He knew that if he remained on the bus he would have no chance at all. All they had to do was pull ahead of the bus and stop it. They had every opportunity of doing just that all the way down Beckley, but they never attempted it . The only explanation he thought was they were waiting for him to get off the bus, and then they would make their move. And sooner or later Lee knew he would have to leave the bus, but he was determined it was going to be at a location of his own choosing. As the bus appproached the corner of Beckley and Jefferson , he made his decision. He would get off the bus very quickly and immediately head for the lobby of the Texas Theater, and wait to see if the cruiser pulled up in front. At least that way he would have a chance. They would have to come inside after him through the front entrance, and he would be waiting for them armed and ready. If it came to a gunfight, he would also be able to retreat all the way inside, and in the dark among the seats the odds would be even more in his favour. Getting back out onto the street again by making his escape through one of ground -floor fire -exits was another important consideration. As it turned out the cruiser drove right past the Texas Theater without stopping and continued heading along Jefferson. Lee purchased a ticket and went inside and sat down. As his eyes became adjusted to the dark he saw that there were only a few people in the audience. One person was a woman who was sitting a few rows in front of him. That gave him an idea. He would wait for a few minutes and then return to the lobby and take a quick look to see if all was still O.K outside. To provide himself with an excuse for so doing, he purchased a container of popcorn from the man at the concession stand, and when he went back inside he sat down beside the woman. He intended to remain sitting there right beside her, and then after a while he would take another look outside to see if the coast was clear,... and if it was, he would take his leave of the Texas Theater. But just in case they did in fact return with reinforcements and surrounded the place, he needed an insurance policy... and the woman was going to have to pay the premium for him. He would take her hostage. That way he could control the situation, and they could not risk shooting at him in case they hit the woman. Allowing the others to leave and carry the news out onto the street, would suit him just fine. That way the story of the hostage-taking would spread quickly and the police and media were going to be all over the place in no time flat. He would be taken, but he would be taken alive. The time was 1:15 p.m. when Lee sat down beside the woman, and right away he noticed something about her that had been unable to see when he had been sitting a few rows back. The woman was pregnant. Lee wanted a female hostage, but not one who was also with-child. Using her as a shield and getting her to respond quickly to his demands, was quite obviously not going to be straightforward on account of her condition. He would have to look elesewhere for a potential hostage, and one who would be more suitable to his intended purpose. Lee left his seat, moved to another and again sat beside a member of the audience. In a few minutes he moved again, and sat beside one or two others, each time sizing them up as possible hostages. Hopefully, next time when he went out to the lobby and if the situation looked normal, he would be able to leave the Texas Theater and it’s unsuspecting patrons sitting comfortably in their seats enjoying the movie. Give it another 15 to 20 minutes and Lee decided he would make a final trip to the lobby. At 1:16 P.M. about eight blocks away from the Texas Theater, and a few yards from the intersection of E. Tenth St and Patton., J.D was being shot to death in the street. It might never have happened if Harry had not been so upset with the news that JFK had been shot. “That bastard and the Cubans ”, he had screamed at Iggy, as J.D and Mike were driving away. “Well, I ain’t waiting here for J.D. and Mike to get back. Whoever hell likes can take the bloody trike-bikes back to West Illinois. I am calling a cab and going over to Kay’s place. You can stay here if you like, and J.D. can drive you and Mike back to change out of the uniforms when they get back here.” Iggy decided that when the cab arrived he might as well ride along with Harry, and then when Harry got out , he would get the cabbie to drive him the few blocks south to 410 E. Tenth St., where he, Mike, Fil, and the other guy, had assembled earlier that day for one final meeting prior to setting out for Dealey Plaza. They had arranged to meet back at the apartment around 1:30 P.M., if all went according to plan. When cab-driver Scoggins had dropped-off Harry at Kay’s place, and then Iggy at #410 E. 10th street, he decided to park round the corner on Patton and eat lunch. Meanwhile, Iggy had gone inside to change out of the police uniform. That morning when he had left the motel he had worn a light coloured shirt and light khaki-coloured pants. His usual atttire was a neat two -piece suit , but if he and Mike were going to meet Ruby at 9:00 a.m. near the Jiffy Store on Industrial Ave. to pick-up the ‘scoped and silencer equipped rifles , and then later have to do a bit of climbing up the dirt covered embankment down by the underpass to stash Fil’s rifle, he had decided he was not going to get his good suit messed up. He would take it with him to #410 and then change into it later in the afternoon when he got out of the police uniform. Iggy was just about to pull on his good pants when Mike came running through the doorway breathlessly saying, “ How come you’re here? He’s inside the Texas Theater. We can nail him there. J.D. dropped me off . He said to tell you to put the uniforms in the T-Bird , and he’ll drive by the motel and pick them up after dark later this evening . You had better get back into your old clothes. This could be messy.” After J.D had dropped off Mike at #410 he went straight ahead heading east on E. Tenth Street. There was a lot of talk coming in over the radio that JFK was definitely now dead and that half his head had been blown away. J.D. swung the cruiser south on the next street and headed towards Jefferson Blvd. again, making a right when he reached it, and in a few minutes was driving back towards the Texas Theater. “Lee has to get the hell outa there ,” he thought. “JFK’s got half his head blown away. These guys are the ones who must have done the shooting, and now Lee is going to be murdered as well. I’ve got to get him outa there before Mike gets back to do him in. But if I go into the movie-house looking for him, I am going to be seen, and I’ll be in really deep trouble. It’s bad enough now, but this is well beyond what they asked me to do.” J.D. slowed the cruiser as he passed the theater, and then as he was almost stopped he noticed the sign fixed to the wall. Above and to the left of the entrance, was the box-office telephone-number. He knew then what he was going to do. A few hundred yards further down on the opposite side of the street was the Top Ten Record Store, and as fast as he could drive the cruiser he headed right for it. Dashing inside he grabbed the phone and called the theater. The phone rang several times, but nobody picked -up the receiver . Completely frustrated , J.D. decided that he had to get back to #410 as fast as possible and prevent Mike from getting to the theater . Slamming down the telephone-receiver, and then racing outside to his cruiser that still had the engine running, J.D was within the space of a few seconds behind the steering -wheel and driving quickly away from the Top Ten Record Store. He drove north on Bishop and within moments was heading once again east on E.Tenth St. He knew that Mike would be walking , since Iggy had the keys to the T-Bird, and Iggy was still with Harry back at the house on Eighth. If he could grab Mike, that would go a long way in making things work out much better for him. As he was coming up to the intersection with Patton , Mike was just leaving the apartment carrying his uniform over his arm. He was now back in his street clothes, as was Iggy who was walking just a few paces behind him and out of J.D.’s view. Iggy was carrying both his uniform and his suit on hangers , with the suit placed above the uniform so that it was closer to his left side . In his right pant’s pocket he was carrying a loaded automatic pistol. When J.D. saw Mike walking towards him carrying the uniform , he just could not believe his good fortune. It never dawned on him that if Mike was on his way to the Texas Theater walking, then why would he be taking the uniform with him. But he had no time at all to figure-out the answer to that question. By that time Mike was right up level with the passenger-side window and bending down to speak to J.D. through the open side -vent. J.D told him to open the back-door of the cruiser and put the uniform in the rear seat. Mike did as he had been instructed, and while he was so doing J.D. was easing himself out of the driver’s seat, opening his door, and drawing his revolver from its holster. When Mike closed the rear door and looked up, J.D. was already pointing the weapon right at his chest. Iggy saw what was happening, drew his pistol with his right hand and fired twice directly at J.D., striking him with both shots. Burnt powder residue was blown into his good suit as the weapon was fired and the expended shells were ejected. Mike then drew his revolver and shot J,D. again, and then walked round the front of the cruiser to where J.D. was then slumped on the ground. He pumped the final round into J.D.’s head to make sure he would be dead. But now it was impossible for Mike to join Iggy in the T-Bird as they had intended, If anyone saw him jumping into the vehicle beside Iggy, that would have put an end to the whole thing right there and then. A red T-Bird, and even without the license plate having been noted, was all that had to be reported by one single witness, and they were sunk. For a few brief seconds Mike paused, thinking about what to do. Mike knew all along who the principal fall guy was going to be... Lee. Well then, let him take the credit for shooting J.D. as well. Mike was carrying identification identical to Lee’s. All he had to do was to throw down his wallet, and when he shot Lee he would make sure to remove his wallet from his dead body. One ‘Lee’ was as good as another, and who would know the difference anyway once the wallet was found at the scene of the Tippit murder, and Lee was discovered to be minus a wallet when they examined his body back at the theater. Mike threw down the wallet , but it was Iggy who, while pointing in the direction of Patton first broke the silence by shouting at Mike “Get going!” Mike responded immediately and dashed off running south on Patton. Iggy waited a few moments to make sure no one had seen him, walked to the T-Bird, and placed both the uniform and the suit inside. He drove away heading east. He had two things in mind. The first was to find a telephone booth in order to phone in misleading information to the Dallas police. To give Mike time to get to the theater, he intended to tell them that he had just seen a man with a pistol running northward on Patton along the street from the direction of 10th street. Secondly, he was hoping to meet Fil driving back to #410, and tell him what had happened . Unfortunately it was not until he had driven as far east as Industrial Ave. that he was able to find a telephone booth where he made the anonymous call to the DPD. It was then that it occurred to him that both the uniform and the suit would test positive for gunpowder residues. The uniform was no problem, that could very easily be explained, and he was not at all worried about it. But if he was caught and they tested the suit, they would soon conclude that he had been ‘in’ on the Tippit murder, and it would not be long before they had figured-out the whole deal from beginning to end. So the suit had to go in a hurry, if only for the time being. Iggy liked the suit, and so he wanted to hide it where he could pick it up again later that evening, granted of course that all went well as the day wore on. He decided that the best place to hide the suit , and at the same time keep it clean an dry, was in that very same telephone booth. However, when he returned later in the evening to retrieve it , much to his dismay the booth had vanished. What had happened was that the Dallas police had traced the call back to the telephone booth, sent a truck to the location in the afternoon, and had the booth removed to be gone over for fingerprints. Afterwards when they released the booth back to the telephone company, their engineers, while examing it, discovered Iggy’s hidden clothing. Six months after the assassination the F.B.I. reported that it had succeeded in finding the suit, but still the penny never dropped, and the suit, so far as can be discovered, was never tested for gunpowder residue. After leaving the telephone booth, Iggy drove west on Jefferson and parked close to the Texas Theater.When he arrived , there were already police-cars in front of the building , and a large crowd was beginning to assemble on the sidewalk . He lifted the uniform out of the T-Bird and holding the hanger by two fingers slung it over his left shoulder. In his right hand he was carrying a microphone with a ball-shaped head. It was attached by a wire to a portable two -way radio-pack which he was carrying fastened to his belt just above his left rear pocket. It also had attached an extension-cord with an ear-plug module. Iggy walked to the side of the gathering outside the theater and holding the microphone close to his mouth gave the impression that he was talking to someone. At that time he did not know if Lee was living or dead, but since there were lots of cops inside the theater , he concluded that Mike must have ‘fixed’ Lee and they had arrived on the scene very shortly thereafter. The spectators were asssuming exactly what he intended them to assume, namely that he was a cop and that he was talking police business on the radio. What he was doing in fact was monitoring police radio- messages which were being transmitted to police HQ from one of the cruisers parked at the sidewalk. while watching what was going on at the same time. Then came the message that Lee had been taken alive inside the theater, and that ‘the guy from the CIA’ ( Mike), who had been captured up in the balcony, was going to be released after Lee had been escorted out to a cruiser in front of the theater. So, surmised Iggy, Mike had failed to ‘nail’ Lee, , but at least Lee was now in custody, and he could still be ‘fixed’. ‘Mike from the C.I.A’ was taken out the side-door of the theater and transported to the parking-lot of the El Chico restaurant on W. Davis, where he had parked the borrowed Plymouth. Iggy had driven behind them all the way from the Theater, and after the driver had left he drove into the parking lot. Mike, who was by this time getting ready to drive away, got out of the Plymouth and came over to the T-Bird to speak to Iggy. Iggy told him to go on ahead to the motel, and he would be there in about 15 minutes after he had picked up a take-out order from the restaurant. Iggy then got out of his car and walked across to the entrance of the El Chico. Mike got back into the Plymouth, and was just about to turn left and head west on W. Davis when he was spotted by an employee of the Mack Pate garage, which was located one block south on W. Seventh St. and directly behind the El Chico. The man, T.F. White, was a frequent visitor to the restaurant to pick-up food and beverages, both for himself and other workers at the garage. He recognized Mike, having spoken to him on a couple of occasions when they were both waiting for their orders to be prepared . Although White did not know his first name , he did know Mike’s surname , because when bringing his order to the counter from the kitchen the waitress would call it out, and Mike would respond accordingly. At that time Mike and his family had been living on Neeley St., just one block north of W.Davis. His name was ‘Oswald’. Attached Picture of Iggy outside the Texas Theater Edited February 17, 2007 by Ed O'Hagan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Dolva Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 the arguably obvious falsity regarding Lee H. Oswalds true nature, heritage and connections which Tom has and is continuously making us aware of, and Oswalds own statements of approval of the Minutemen. the glaring omissions in explaining items of evidence in existence, then and now, such as internal, external and wound ballistics issues. For example, fragment directions and woundings in contradiction with official and unofficial theoies, the windshield chrome surround damage. The apparent few but critical misssing frames from the Z-Film. The films that could clear issues up such as the Muchmore and Oliver either heavily damaged or disappeared. The amount of crucial evidence that passed throgh, was destroyed, or came directly from just one single man who should not have had the power that he was accorded, Harry D. Holmes, a postal inspector who could deflect any investigation of the very earliest reports of where shots came from (the terminal annexe) with a simple phone call, whose lies to the WC were accepted wothout a murmur. Who could delay the last interview of Lee until Ruby was nearby etc etc etc etc etc etc... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Antti Hynonen Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 The discrepancies with the wounds (Parkland, Dallas, TX, Vs. Bethesda MD), their altered locations, false testimony related to them, fudged autopsy report, missing pictures and x-rays, defects of alleged murder weapon, shooting sequence and timing of shots. Also LHO impersonations, Odio incident, Mexico city Oswald photos, backyard photos, conflicting testimony relating to these. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thomas Graves Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 (edited) The discrepancies with the wounds (Parkland, Dallas, TX, Vs. Bethesda MD), their altered locations, false testimony related to them, fudged autopsy report, missing pictures and x-rays, defects of alleged murder weapon, shooting sequence and timing of shots. Also LHO impersonations, Odio incident, Mexico city Oswald photos, backyard photos, conflicting testimony relating to these. _______________________________________ I agree with you, Antti. David Lifton's "Best Evidence" could not have been more appropriately titled, IMO. Regarding the "Mexico City Oswald photos," I feel that there must be someone somewhere in the world (His mother?, GPH? lol) who can ID this guy (at least to our satisfaction), and that part of the process of accomplishing this will be the ability/willingness of the identifier to connect this guy, the-more-directly-the-better, to some "intelligence" agency, either foreign or domestic... --Thomas _______________________________________ Edited February 17, 2007 by Thomas Graves Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Antti Hynonen Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 Thomas Graves Posted Today, 11:04 AM QUOTE(Antti Hynonen @ Feb 17 2007, 08:46 AM) The discrepancies with the wounds (Parkland, Dallas, TX, Vs. Bethesda MD), their altered locations, false testimony related to them, fudged autopsy report, missing pictures and x-rays, defects of alleged murder weapon, shooting sequence and timing of shots. Also LHO impersonations, Odio incident, Mexico city Oswald photos, backyard photos, conflicting testimony relating to these. _______________________________________ I agree with you, Antti. David Lifton's "Best Evidence" could not have been more appropriately titled, IMO. Regarding the "Mexico City Oswald photos," I feel that there must be someone somewhere in the world (His mother?, GPH? lol) who can ID this guy (at least to our satisfaction), and that part of the process of accomplishing this will be the ability/willingness of the identifier to connect this guy, the-more-directly-the-better, to some "intelligence" agency, either foreign or domestic... --Thomas Hi Thomas, Thanks for your comment. I do believe in the Saul Sage ID, and not in the Yuri? Moskalev ID, had it been a Russian, speaking Russian, the language would have been naturally flawless. In Mexico, this fellow spoke Russian and from what I recall the language was terrible, unintelligible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Myra Bronstein Posted February 17, 2007 Share Posted February 17, 2007 (edited) If you only had three paragraphs of text and three pieces of evidence {letters, pictures, maps , diagrams ,testimony, ect..}, to convince someone of conspiracy in the JFK Assassination what would your top selections be?MINE: FBI agents receiving bullet from JFK's Back. The one that didn't go through his neck and didn't hit Connally. Evidence: FBI memo. The written and sworn report of the finding of a Mauser rifle on the sixth floor of the TSBD by Dallas lawmen. Evidence: The actual report. Ozwald changing seats at the Texas Theater. Sitting beside one person and then sitting beside others in an almost empty theater. Evidence: Statement of theater patron. Very interested in your responses, jim Man oh man where to begin? -The transcript excerpts transcribed by Lifton, and posted by Jack, of Moorman and/or Hill describing a couple of shots from the knoll, the motorcade stopping, and around four additional shots. Also notable is what they did not say, e.g., no cooberating testimony of KIllerman's claims that the President said something. -The photos of CIA thugs in Dealey Plaza. Some of them are unmistakable. -The whole BROKEN (not admissible in a real court) chain of evidence over the President's body. Starting with the fact that it was stolen from Parkland at gunpoint by the SS thugs who were too hungover or something to protect a living president. The diversion of the body to Walter Reed for alteration. The photos of the metal casket being put on the plane and testimony of the Bethesda aids who received the President's body in a body bag. The photos of a tampered with body, with wounds different from those in Dallas, that are presented as "autopsy" photos. And the conflicting testimony of the two sets of doctors over the wounds. Oh hell I can't name just three, or just ten..., but this one says it all at a glance: -The infamous photo of that bastard LBJ and Thomas smiling and winking right after the accessory to murder was sworn in. That was not a supportive wink; it was the self-satisfied wink of partners in crime. Edited February 17, 2007 by Myra Bronstein Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Speer Posted February 18, 2007 Share Posted February 18, 2007 THE smoking gun is the back of the head photo, known as F8. The government has been trying to pretend it's a forehead. Unless the government is gonna bring in a whole new panel of experts, a shot low on Kennedy's head, as described in the autopsy report, is inconsistent with an exit on the top of Kennedy's head. This means that the existence of an entrance low on Kennedy's head, as in F8, proves Kennedy was hit twice in the head, and thus three times all together This suggests a second shooter. It's only a matter of time before the medical establishment will have to admit F8 is the back of a head. When they do, there will either be a major reversal, or the biggest spin job in recent history. Speaking of spin, historian Max Holland has just attempted to spin the eyewitness evidence to support that there was a first shot 1.4 seconds BEFORE frame 133 of the Z-film. Desperate and pathetic. This is what passes for scholarship? http://hnn.us/articles/35445.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kathleen Collins Posted February 18, 2007 Share Posted February 18, 2007 1.) The difference of the wounds from Parkland Hospital to Bethesda. The written, "surgery in the head area" (paraphrased). This from David Lifton's Best Evidence. 2.) The Lee Harvey Oswald photos. Some are composites, some are just plain different from one another. Jack White. Harvey and Lee by John Armstrong. 3.) Some DNA from Robert Oswald, compared to at least one of his 2 "nieces'" DNA. Which would probably show the girls are not related to Robert Oswald, and therefore, Robert Oswald was not the brother of (Lee) Harvey Oswald. Another Researcher. Kathy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christopher Hall Posted February 19, 2007 Share Posted February 19, 2007 1. The fact that JFK's brains, hair and scalp blew out the back of his head onto the trunk of the limo and the motorcycle cops. 2. The fact that JFK's head jerked violently to the rear, which is not indicative of a shot from the rear. 3. The fact that a mobbed up strip joint operator would put his own life at risk and, if he survived, go to prison or face the death penalty, to keep the first lady from having to testify in LHO's trial. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Black Posted February 19, 2007 Share Posted February 19, 2007 FILM I feel that the decision to release to the public a masterful production or reproduction of a film by agents of the conspiracy, to seduce the public into believing that the events and induced time sequences, depicted in what is known as the Zapruder film, were Fact rather than a staged Fiction. This was done so well, that the only information gained from this film strip, is that something dramatic and traumatic seemed to befall both JFK and JBC as they road in an open car thru Dealey Plaza on 11/22/63. It not only reveals nothing more than this, but it was a great physchological diversion which by design, was to prove to the world the timing and general probability of their expressed "findings". The "special effects" were not compelling enough to win for it an Oscar, but were sufficiently compelling to have confused the general public for several decades after its release ! I feel it is this one strip of 8mm film, that has done the most to prevent progressive research. Zapruder gets my vote ! Charlie Black Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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