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Patriot patsy. They found a finger print from Mack Wallace, LBJ's hit man, that had to be fresh, in LHO's sixth floor workplace. Lee was downstairs drinking a soda pop — trying to collect himself after just witnessing the president's head blow up from where he was standing in the entrance to the book depository — and, if you listened to the 7 hours of The Men Who Killed Kennedy, you will know.
I knew it from the split second I first saw him on tv. With dead certainty. I was ten. My mother thought I was just being weird again. Yes, yes, I am weird. I gotta hand her that, but I'm right about this. I'm right about a LOT. And when I'm not right, I appreciate the heck out of whoever is kind enough to tune me up.
There are things that are either so or not so... like whether yer wearing clothes or not... well... just about everything is that way, but people tend to think they can take an opinion on stuff that's actually so or not entirely too much of the time. They do NOT seem capable of realizing that trying to bend that into what serves them with some forceful argument or rhetorical trick has left TRUTH itself in the dust.
It serves too many to sweep this stuff under their rugs. That would be my departed mother. To her dying day. So I'm good at this.
Lee Harvey Oswald was a CIA agent, an operative, doing things they set him to do. Anti-Castro while helping with their schemes to kill him, then pro-Castro loudly enough to hope to get a visa to go visit him with the deadly business. He got waylaid, detoured, to Dallas, and the book depository under the auspices of foiling a plot to assassinate JFK... didn't realize he was not working with the good guys until, I'm pretty sure, he saw the president's head blown off and went into the lunchroom to sip some soda.
I've paid minute attention to the witnesses and evidence... for decades.
pipe up any time....
