‘Treason doth never prosper,’ wrote an English poet, ‘What’s the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.’
-I can’t…I can’t believe they killed him because he wanted to change things. In our time. In our country.
-Well, they’ve been doing it all through history. Kings are killed,
Mr. Garrison. Politics is power, nothing more! Oh, don’t take my word for it, don’t believe me. Do your own work, your own thinking.
-I can’t The size of this is…beyond me. Testify?
-Ha ha. No chance in hell. No, I’d be arrested and gagged, maybe sent to an institution, maybe worse. You too.
-I never realized Kennedy was so dangerous to the establishment. Is that why?
-Well, that’s the real question, isn’t it? Why? The how and the who
is just scenery for the public. Oswald, Ruby, Cuba, the Mafia. Keeps’em guessing like some kind of parlor game. prevents’em from asking the most important question…Why? Why was Kennedy killed? Who benefited? Who has the power to cover it up? Who?
-It’s gonna by OK, Dave. You can talk to us on the record. We’ll
protect you. I guarantee it.
-They’ll get to you too. They’ll destroy you. They’re untouchable,
-tell me, what are you shooting at? Rabbits or facists?
-The six of us with no money and in private are gonna solve a conspiracy that the Warren Commission couldn’t solve.
-I didn’t pick you because of your legal skills, you know?
-Gee thanks, boss.
-Because you’re a fighter. I like a man who isn’t afraid of bad odds.
…About as subtle as a cockroach crawling across a white rub…
1.Oh,Christ.2.Looks like half his brain is gone.3.Let’s weigh it.4.653 grams.
1/_Did we get you involved or was it Clay Shaw?
2/_Cock-sucking faggott!!! He got me by the balls
1/_What ya mean?
2/_Photographs, you know, compromising stuff…
1/_I can’t believe they killed him because he wanted to change things… in our time… in our country
2/_Kings are killed, Mr Garrison, politics is power, nothing more!
1/_Who the fuck pulls who’s chain?! Who the fuck knows?! Oh what a deadly web we weave when we practice to deceive!!
2/_Then who killed the President?
1/_Oh man, why don’t you fuckin’ stop it!…shit… this is too big for you… who did the President… fuck, man!! It’s a mystery, It’s a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma!! The fuckin’ shooters don’t even know, don’t you get it! FUCK, MAN!! They’re gunna fuckin’ kill me!!! I’m gunna die!
All this blubbering over that no-count son of a bitch.They’re bawling like they knew the man.Makes me wanna puke.
An inspired act of God should happen here,OK?And put a Texan in the White House!
At least my reputation is still fine with people watching ‘Laugh In’.
Authority forgets a dying king….do not forget your dying king
Back and to the left, back and to the left, back and to the left.
Back and to the left..back, and to the left
boss, the president’s been shot. in dallas, 5 minutes ago.
Brungier:But you are a Communist,are you not?Oswald:No,Mr.Brungier.I am not a Communist.I’m a Marxist-Leninist.Brungier:You are not a Communist,but you are a Marxist-Leninist?What is the difference?
Bullshit,they got all kindsa new stuff!I could show you dozens of fucking poisons,just stick it in his food!He’d die in three days!No trace!
C’mon,Dave.You ain’t never gonna get that son of a bitch.
Clay Shaw is Clay Bertram
Come on,you pinko shit!Go back to Moscow,Communist!
Dave pulled out these clippings he’d been carrying around.You know,he’d been obsessed with Castro and Kennedy for months.And he started in again.
David Ferrie was the only one to express any remorse about the whole thing. I think it got him killed
Do I have to spell it out for you, Mr Garrison?
Everything was frozen. Seemed like people weren’t even breathing. Like you were looking at a picture. Except for this one man….
Ferrie:Willie,why don’t you say hello to Leon Oswald.O’Keefe:Hey,how ya doin’,man?Oswald:What the fuck is he doing here.O’Keefe:Well,fuck you,motherfucker.
Fucking Kennedy is doing all kinds of deals with that bastard Khrushchev.Licking his ass.
Fucking little asswipe closed down the camps!Took all our C4!Took 10,000 fucking rounds!3,000 pounds of gunpowder!All our fucking weapons!I tell ya.Shit,you wanna free Cuba?You gotta whack out the fucking beard!
God, I’m ashamed to be an American today.
Guy:Who’s been going through my files?You been looking through my files,haven’t you,you little weasel?Jack:You know,you’re starting to get paranoid.You really are.Guy:You been going through all my files.You’re a goddamn spy.Jack:Why the hell would I wanna go through your files?I’ve seen enough here this summer already to write a book.Guy:I always lock my files.You were the only one here today!
He fucked us in Laos and he’s gonna fuck us in god-damn Vietnam!!!
He had Maggie’s drawers..you know what that means…means he couldn’t shoot.
He shot him on TV
He was arrested that day for fighting with some anti-Castro Cubans.But actually,he had contacted them a few days earlier as an ex-Marine trying to join their anti-Castro crusade.When they heard he was now pro-Castro,well they paid him a visit.
i don’t know what was wrong with that driver!
I saw a girl yesterday, she was pregnant…..had her whole belly showing and ya know what she had painted on it?… *Love Child! *
i’m just a patsy!
I’ve told my eight year old son to stay fit.. so that in the year 2034 he can walk into the national archives and find out the truth.
If it’s planned right it’s no problem. Three different locations. An office building with a high powered rifle, a triangulation of crossfire that’s the key. A diversion shot gets the secret service looking the other way, boom get the kill shot. The crucial thing is, one man has to be sacrificed.
If they can kill the President of the United States, do you think they’re gunna think twice about a two-bit showgirl like me?!
It was a violation of the most basic protection codes we have and it was the best indication of a massive plot in Dallas, and who could’ve done this?, …. black ops, Mr Garrison!
it’s a mystery, wrapped in a riddle, inside an enigma. The fucking shooters don’t even know!
It’s as old as the crucifixion… a military firing squad, 5 bullets; one’s blank; no-one’s guilty
It’s gonna be a turkey shoot.
Just get me elected… I’ll give you your damn war!
Kennedy,Kennedy,Kennedy,fucking Kennedy.He fucked us in ’61,in ’62,and he’s fucking us now!
Let me ask you, let me ask you, is a government worth preserving when it lies to the people?
Minutes/Hours/Days/Years of ’em. Time just stands still here. Like a snake sunnin’ itself on the road.
modern physics will prove that an elephant can hang from a cliff with his tail tied to a daisy.
My neck is killing me. I’ve got cancer, had it for years…
Oh,man why don’t you fucking stop it?!Shit!This is too fucking big for you,you know that?This is,who did the president?Who killed Ken- Fuck,man!It’s a mystery!It’s a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma.The fucking shooters don’t even know,don’t you get?!Fuck,man!
One may smile and smile and be a villain
Remember, fundamentally people are suckers for the truth. And the truth is on your side, Bubba. I just hope you get a break.
Remember, you’re the only person to bring a trial in the murder of
John Kennedy. That’s important. It’s historic.
So what really happened that day? Let’s just for the moment
speculate, shall we?
So what really happened that day? Let’s just for a moment speculate, shall we? We have the epileptic seizure around 12:15, p.m. distracting the police making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking into a hospital. The A-Team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. They were refurbishing the floors that week, which allowed unknown workmen access to the building. They move quickly into position just minutes before the shooting. The spotter on the radio talking to the other two teams has the best overall view, the *God* spot. B-Team one shooter and one spotter with radio gear and access to the building, moves into the lower floor of the Daltex building. The third team, the C-Team moves into the picket fence behind the Grassy Knoll, where the shooter and the spotter are first spotted by the late Lee Bowers in the watch tower of the rail yard. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat low trajectory. Part of this team is a coordinator who has flashed security credentials at people chasing them out of the parking lot. Probably 2 or 3 more men are in the crowd on Elm. 10 or 12 men. Three shooters. Three spotters. The triangulation of fire that Clay Shaw and David Ferrie discussed two months before. They have walked the plaza. They know every inch. They have calibrated their sight. They have practiced on moving targets. They are ready. Kennedy’s motorcade makes the turn from Main onto Houston. It’s gonna be a turkey shoot. They don’t shoot him coming up Houston, which is the easiest shot for a single shot from the Book Depository. They Wait… They wait until he gets in the killing zone, between three rifles. Kennedy makes the final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 miles an hour. The shooters across Deely Plaza tighten, taking their aim, waiting for the radio to say *Green! Green!* or *Abort! Abort!*. The first shot rings out, sounding like a backfire it misses the car
some saturday night date you are!
Somebody gotta get rid of this fucker!No?It won’t be long,mark my words.That fucker will get what’s coming to him.
Tennyson wrote, Authority forgets a dying king… and this was never more true than for John F. Kennedy, whose murder was probably one the most terrible moments in the history of our country. You, the people, the jury system sitting in judgment on Clay Shaw, represent the hope of humanity against government power. In discharging your duty, in bringing the first conviction in this house of cards against Clay Shaw. Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country…. Do not forget your dying king. Show this world that this is still a government of the people, for the people, and by the people. Nothing as long as you live will ever be more important…. It’s up to you
The organizing principle of any society is for war. The authority of the state over its people resides in its war powers.
The organizing principle of any society, Mr. Garrison, is for war. The authority of the state over its people resides in its war powers. Kennedy wanted to end the Cold War in his second term. He wanted to call off the moon race and cooperate with the Soviets. He signed a treaty to ban nuclear testing. He refused to invade Cuba in 1962. He set out to withdraw from Vietnam….. But all that ended on the 22nd of November 1963
The Warren Commission thought they had an open-and-shut case. Three
bullets, one assassin. But two unpredictable things happened that day
that made it virtually impossible. One, the eight-millimeter home movie taken by Abraham Zapruder while standing by the grassy knoll.
Two, the third wounded man, James Tague, who was knicked by a fragment, standing near the triple underpass. The time frame, five point six seconds, determined by the Zapruder film, left no possibility of a fourth shot.
The way those hippies look, you can’t tell the boys from the girls.
Then the Cubans left.Dave was drunk,now.Really drunk.He started in on Kennedy again.
Theoretical physics can prove an elephant can hang from a cliff by its tail tied to a daisy.
There was about nine to ten people there.Cuban.You know,friends of Dave’s who’d been doin’some stuff in the bush with him.Place was a mess man,Dave’s mind was a mess.There were these mice cages all over ’cause he’s workin’on this cure for cancer.
There wasn’t no conspiracy,Jim.If there were,why the hell didn’t Bobby Kennedy prosecute it as Attorney General?He was his brother,for crissakes.How the fuck all the people can keep a secret like that,I don’t know.
They got that crazy bullet zigzaggin’ all ovah the place so it hits them seven times. Aaah one pristine bullet. That dog don’t hunt.
This is Louisiana, chief! I mean, how do you know who your dandy is?
Because your mama told you so?
Triangulation of fire! That’s the key! That’s the key!
Twenty-six trained medical personnel at Parkland Hospital saw with their own eyes,the back of the President’s head blasted out!
We could put something in his beard,make his beard fall out.He’d look fucking ridiculous without his beard.
We’re through the looking glass here, people.
We’re through the looking-glass here, people… white is black and black is white
We’ve come to know it as the Magic Bullet Theory. This single-bullet
explanation is the foundation of the Warren Commission’s claim of a
lone assassin. Once you conclude the magic bullet could not create all seven of those wounds, you’d have to conclude that there was a fourth shot and a second rifle. And if there was a second rifleman, then by definition, there had to be a conspiracy.
Well,that faggot Kennedy won’t let us.Our hands our empty,how can we kill him?
What are you dancing on my head for, my-man, you know we’ve been as thick as mollasas pie since college
What is the Fidel shit?You lied to me,you hypocrite!Liar,you son of a bitch!
Why was Kennedy killed; who benefitted; who has the power to cover it up? Who?
You as crazy as ya Mama. You have any idea what yah gettin’ yahself into, Daddio? The govahment gonna jump all over yah head, Jimbo, and go cackadoodledoo. Good day to you sir.
You can forget about your combat troops.He told McNamara he is going to pull out the goddamned advisors.He fucked us in Laos,and now he is gonna fuck us in goddamn Vietnam!
You control McNamara, you control Kennedy
You didn’t see a goddamn thing!You hear me,you little weasel?You didn’t see a goddamn thing!
You don’t know shit ’cause you haven’t been fucked in the ass!
You don’t know shit because you ain’t been fucked in the ass!!!
You don’t mind if I smoke Mr Garrison?
How could i Dave.
You got the right ta ta, but the wrong ho ho…
You’re a mouse fighting a gorilla. Kennedy’s as dead as that crab meat, the government’s still breathing. You gonna line up with a dead man?
you’re not a bad lookin’ man, mr. garrison.
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