I'd be interested in hearing your opinion about E. Howard Hunt's "deathbed confession."
His son has a lot to say about it
One evening in Eureka, over a barbecue meal, St. John explains how he first came to suspect that his father might somehow be involved in the Kennedy assassination. "Around 1975, I was in a phone booth in Maryland somewhere, when I saw a poster on a telephone pole about who killed JFK, and it had a picture of the three tramps. I saw that picture and I fucking -- like a cartoon character, my jaw dropped, my eyes popped out of my head, and smoke came out of my ears. It looks like my dad. There's nobody that has all those same facial features. People say it's not him. He's said it's not him. But I'm his son, and I've got a gut feeling."
He chews his sandwich. "And then, like an epiphany, I remember '63, and my dad being gone, and my mom telling me that he was on a business trip to Dallas. I've tried to convince myself that's some kind of false memory, that I'm just nuts, that it's something I heard years later. But, I mean, his alibi for that day is that he was at home with his family. I remember I was in the fifth grade. We were at recess. I was playing on the merry-go-round. We were called in and told to go home, because the president had been killed. And I remember going home. But I don't remember my dad being there. I have no recollection of him being there. And then he has this whole thing about shopping for Chinese food with my mother that day, so that they could cook a meal together." His father testified to this, in court, on more than one occasion, saying that he and his wife often cooked meals together.
St. John pauses and leans forward. "Well," he says, "I can tell you that's just the biggest load of crap in the fucking world. He was always looking at things like he was writing a novel; everything had to be just so glamorous and so exciting. He couldn't even be bothered with his children. That's not glamorous. James Bond doesn't have children. So my dad in the kitchen? Chopping vegetables with his wife? I'm so sorry, but that would never happen. Ever. That fucker never did jack-squat like that. Ever."
I'd be interested in hearing your opinion about E. Howard Hunt's "deathbed confession."
I have no opinon on it.
I try to operate on facts. I try to look at things as a disinterested juror, only I don't believe in "beyond a reasonable doubt." I believe in overwhelming evidence. I consider the Kennedy conspiracists nuts. They've been holding a trial for 50 years. How would you, or anyone else, like it, if you were put on trial over and over for the rest of your life, because they could never find you guilty?
The evidence is overwhelming that Oswald fired three shots. The first one missed, the seoond hit Kennedy is the upper back, exited his throat, tumbled, made a keyhold wound in Connelly's back, exited, hit his wrist and bounced into hs thigh.
Then the third shot hit Kennedy in the head. Because massive brain damage causes an electrical storm in the brain, his body convulsed, and since your back muscles are stronger than the chest muscles, his head jerked back. People who think otherwise apparently believe when a bullet his your head, it actually knocks your head bck before it goes in, ignoring the fact that to a bullet that fast and powerful, your head doesn't exist. It's just like going through jello.
Kennedy was a lowlife POS. In reality Oswald was a lowlife POS, so what you hd was one POS murdering another. Looked at that way, the need for conspiracy disappears. It's why I said that if Nixon had been in that limousine, there would be no one believing in a conspiracy. Kennedy was handsome and charismatic. Nixon was not.