As a Dallasite it's in my duty to let out a collective yawn over JFK. By now every nook and cranny over the assassination has been beaten to death (pardon the pun). For those with a short memory, George H.W. Bush signed the John F. Kennedy Assassination Records Collection Act on 10/26/92. This put in effect the motion that the last remaining classified documents be released by 10/26/17. In a 'Wag the Dog' moment, the current illegitimate Neanderthal-in-chief has decided to arouse conspiracy theorists. See kiddies, when you're a thrice-married sleazebag that consistently mocks the disabled, woman, minorities and everything in between, you go back in time to deflect from the horrifying excuse of your Presidency.
There is a caveat, some records will remain sealed for another 180 days, citing national security concerns. What's the bet they come out when NY's finest maniac is caught sending out tweets (full of grammatical errors) whilst working, which in his world equates to watching TV, because running a nation requires less work ethic than what's needed for an entry-level job.
Post assassination all governments have been legally required to release any classified documents pertaining to the crime scene, so this new batch doesn't answer any lingering questions about shots being fired, it's more of a baffling string of long winded documents shedding more light on the players involved. Not surprisingly, the innuendo over RFK-Marilyn Monroe gets more airtime, only this time it finally gets squashed, which will no doubt send hair salons into a frenzy! The highlight is a feisty Nikita Khrushchev scolding Dallas police for being incompetent and for the American right harboring dark views on JFK. Little did he know that the modern-day version of these loony rednecks are in awe of Mother Russia. Lee Harvey Oswald's love of Russia was a indeed a prelude, one of the documents even mentions his atrocious attempt at speaking Russian at the Soviet Embassy in Mexico City.
(Note: If you want to waste your life decoding all the juicy gossip, by all means visit the National Archives. I don't post links, as I want my readers to lose calories by using their fingers to search the word wide web. Better still, visit the actual offices at 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD).
However, just the announcement by that disgusting specimen is enough to get people who don't reside in Dallas to lose sleep over our fair city. Dear world: if you're going to worry about a head being blown off, could you please relocate here and spend your living days on the Grassy Knoll.
Speaking of disgusting specimens, that thing with the tangerine complexion on the outside and satanic soul inside wasted taxpayers money by holding a fundraiser at the Belo Mansion (a grand historic home that I will never again set foot inside, due to it aiding and abetting a white collar gangster). All in secret by the way, cause a President of the people is all about cloak and daggers, only able to mingle with those willing to pay up to $100,000 to be seen with Mussolini 2.0.
At a local level, JFK's assassination site pulls in the tourists, always ranks at the top of the to-do lists. Obviously these folk aren't art lovers, cause we all know which city has the nations largest urban arts district (if you answered NYC then you haven't been reading my blog, it's Dallas). I'm sure there's some conspiracy theorists out there who believe the assassination was a plot by tourist officials to pump money into the local economy. As one who has lived in Big D for 817 days (counting days is a passion of mine), I can say that no local would willingly stand on the Grassy Knoll and take a photo with the X marking the deadly spot, unless they are accompanied by a non-Dallasite or it so happens to be JFK's 100th birthday (refer to yours truly partaking in some morbid contemplation).
There is a caveat, some records will remain sealed for another 180 days, citing national security concerns. What's the bet they come out when NY's finest maniac is caught sending out tweets (full of grammatical errors) whilst working, which in his world equates to watching TV, because running a nation requires less work ethic than what's needed for an entry-level job.
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| Grassy Knoll, 5/27/17 |
(Note: If you want to waste your life decoding all the juicy gossip, by all means visit the National Archives. I don't post links, as I want my readers to lose calories by using their fingers to search the word wide web. Better still, visit the actual offices at 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD).
However, just the announcement by that disgusting specimen is enough to get people who don't reside in Dallas to lose sleep over our fair city. Dear world: if you're going to worry about a head being blown off, could you please relocate here and spend your living days on the Grassy Knoll.
Speaking of disgusting specimens, that thing with the tangerine complexion on the outside and satanic soul inside wasted taxpayers money by holding a fundraiser at the Belo Mansion (a grand historic home that I will never again set foot inside, due to it aiding and abetting a white collar gangster). All in secret by the way, cause a President of the people is all about cloak and daggers, only able to mingle with those willing to pay up to $100,000 to be seen with Mussolini 2.0.
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| Elm St X, 5/27/17 |
