You've probably heard them, in one entertainment-documentary or another: the sound of muffled gunshots ringing out across Dealey Plaza? Yeah, except now there's a guy saying the sounds are nothing of the sort, just a motorcycle engine and a rattling microphone. The two-way radio in question was two miles away from the scene when the recording was made. You can hear a rifle shot at that range, but pick it up on a communications-grade two-way radio mic? I have my doubts.
It'll be fifty years come 22 November and President John F. Kennedy will still be dead. Oswald is still dead. The conspirators, if any, are probably all dead and any remainder is not far from it. There is certainly plenty for any suspicious mind to gnaw on in even the least crumb (expressions: all sad, or are some suspicious? Apprehensive? What about Gerald Ford and Lyndon Johnson's shared look?) but there's not a whole lot of real depth left to any of it.
The Kennedy assassination was hardly the first time a U. S. President was shot down or shot at in a public place, but being the first one caught on film and with the images widely disseminated (followed by Oswald being shot on live TV a few days later), it has grown a much larger mythos. The reality is, all involved are one with the dodo and the T. Rex: dead and gone. If it was the act of a secret cabal that runs the world, you might as well relax, because if they've kept that secret locked down for fifty years, you are to them as the fly is to the eagle. --And if they are running the world, they're doing a damned poor job of it.
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