These days and times mirror 1961 in many ways. The military is gearing up for more war and the people (and the president) don't want that. President Obama (like JFK) was NOT expected to be president (at least so soon in each case), and the powers that be are (were) making a lot of money off the modern-day system of bankrolling the military with a hefty percentage of taxpayer money. Kennedy saw how far the military wanted to take America into war and put a stop to it, firing top CIA officials who were clearly interested in war over the interests of the public. He also began dismantling the CIA because it's power had overgrown government control. In early Vietnam (1963) the CIA even disregarded many of President Kennedy's orders because they "disagreed with him." The more JFK tried to CHANGE the government, the more the government fought him, and eventually the military biased sides of the government turned on him, executing him in a sloppy Coup d'Etat pulled off by CIA, FBI and Dallas Authorities via physical intimidation, control of the media and murder. The heads of state at the time rationalized JFK as a threat not only to their own welfare but to the American way of life.
Let's not allow that to happen to Barack Obama.
IF President Obama solves this unfinished case, several things will work in his favor:
1. The public will be inspired by the truth. As opposed to the average, political fear mongering that dictates the public is not to be trusted and is to be treated according to herd mentality, when the public is given the truth, life gets exciting. Cool...what's going to happen next? It could be handled in an amnesty, like when South Africa was freed of Apartheid and an amnesty was given to those responsible for atrocities, so long as they told the truth about the corruption and the violence. It would be historic. Think of the vindication of all those who knew the truth when it happened, but were ridiculed or intimidated or killed for their knowledge.
2. Obama will be trusted by the public. Outing something this huge by a President? Holy cow! We've been taught our whole privileged/jaded lives NOT TO TRUST THE GOVERNMENT. Why? Because of assassinations from Lincoln to MLK to Bobby Kennedy and events like 9-11. Something inside Americans says "I'm not buying it." Power makes people do crazy things, but BIG POWER can make any strategy worth rationalizing. Fighting Communism became the mantra after WWII, but once the Cold War was over...(think military) how do we make money now? How do we rationalize getting the public to pay for our way of life? How do we keep our jobs during peacetime?
3. The public will protect President Obama. Whether having camera phones ready, keeping an ear out for conspiracy or praying for our leader, the public will love him more. This president is facing incredibly similar times, and we CANNOT ignore history or we will be faced with similar outcomes. If Obama acknowledges the JFK assassination as a Coup d'Etat of the PRIOR heads of government and warns us that this can be prevented again by TRANSPARENT governing, i.e. ALL GOVERNMENT SPENDING IS ACCOUNTED FOR AND CAN BE VIEWED BY THE PUBLIC, we will have actual checks and balances through public awareness.
4. Obama can then initiate policies of building the world through the military instead of destroying it. The military needs a reason to exist, but it doesn't have to for be potential threats of violence or for obtaining lucrative weapons contracts. Help is needed ALL over the world, more killing is not.
5. The public will feels it's POWER. The people control the government, not the other way around. The 1950s to 2008 presents this as the opposite. Why don't we make change via TRUTH?
Please give America the truth. WE CAN HANDLE IT, AND WE ALL WILL BENEFIT.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Okay, so we got a high ranking confession for JFK's death...how about some federal recognition?
[from Wikipedia.com]
Deathbed confession In 2007, Wiley published an autobiography of former CIA and Watergate figure E. Howard Hunt [61], who implicated Lyndon B. Johnson in the assassination. Hunt stated that Johnson orchestrated the killing with the help of CIA agents who had been angered by Kennedy's actions in the past,[62] which included an affair that Kennedy had with a wife of one of the agents. A 2007 article published in Rolling Stone magazine about the death of E. Howard Hunt reveals his deathbed confessions to his son which names Johnson, CIA agents Cord Meyer, Bill Harvey and David Sánchez Morales, as well as a "French" gunman named Lucien Sarti, who purportedly shot at Kennedy from the grassy knoll: E. Howard scribbled the initials "LBJ," standing for Kennedy's ambitious vice president, Lyndon Johnson. Under "LBJ," connected by a line, he wrote the name Cord Meyer. Meyer was a CIA agent whose wife had an affair with JFK; later she was murdered, a case that's never been solved. Next his father connected to Meyer's name the name Bill Harvey, another CIA agent; also connected to Meyer's name was the name David Morales, yet another CIA man and a well-known, particularly vicious black-op specialist. And then his father connected to Morales' name, with a line, the framed words "French Gunman Grassy Knoll." So there it was, according to E. Howard Hunt. LBJ had Kennedy killed. It had long been speculated upon. But now E. Howard was saying that's the way it was. And that Lee Harvey Oswald wasn't the only shooter in Dallas. There was also, on the grassy knoll, a French gunman, presumably the Corsican Mafia assassin Lucien Sarti, who has figured prominently in other assassination theories.[63] It is unlikely that Cord Meyer would have sought revenge against Kennedy for the affair because Cord and his wife Mary had divorced in 1958, while Mary's and Kennedy's affair began in 1962.[64] The Rolling Stone article states that the case of her murder had never been solved, based on the fact that Ray Crump, the man accused of her murder, was found not guilty. Though Crump was found not guilty, he was found near the scene with blood on his hands, torn jeans, and an unzipped pants fly. The jacket found near the scene was identified by Crump's wife as belonging to him.[65] There is no record connecting either Harvey or Morales to the assassination. A gunman put two bullets into her two days before her 44th birthday. Her diary and letters related with her affair with JFK were kept by James Angleton, chief of the CIA’s counter-intelligence group, for safekeeping with the intention, according to him, to be returned to her children. This letter was never burned as Angleton initially stated.[66] Since 1974 it had been speculated that Hunt and CIA agent Frank Sturgis were among the "Three Tramps" who were photographed in Dealey Plaza, and held by the Dallas Police, shortly after the assassination.[67] This theory has fared badly, first as the result of the work of forensic anthropologists working for the House Select Committee on Assassinations who ruled out Hunt and Sturgis in an analysis of the photographic evidence,[68] and then as the result of the release of Dallas Municipal Archives documents that subsequently identify the tramps as Harold Doyle, John F. Gedney, and Gus W. Abrams.[69] Alternatively, other researchers propose to identify Hunt as a figure crossing Dealey Plaza in a raincoat and fedora immediately after the assassination.[70]
Thank God for that. I remember when everyone and their mom attacked Oliver Stone for putting out JFK in 1992, claiming that his theory was preposterous (even though it was based entirely on Jim Garrison's evidence). Guess we still had too many of those people in power.
President Obama? Some help here?
Deathbed confession In 2007, Wiley published an autobiography of former CIA and Watergate figure E. Howard Hunt [61], who implicated Lyndon B. Johnson in the assassination. Hunt stated that Johnson orchestrated the killing with the help of CIA agents who had been angered by Kennedy's actions in the past,[62] which included an affair that Kennedy had with a wife of one of the agents. A 2007 article published in Rolling Stone magazine about the death of E. Howard Hunt reveals his deathbed confessions to his son which names Johnson, CIA agents Cord Meyer, Bill Harvey and David Sánchez Morales, as well as a "French" gunman named Lucien Sarti, who purportedly shot at Kennedy from the grassy knoll: E. Howard scribbled the initials "LBJ," standing for Kennedy's ambitious vice president, Lyndon Johnson. Under "LBJ," connected by a line, he wrote the name Cord Meyer. Meyer was a CIA agent whose wife had an affair with JFK; later she was murdered, a case that's never been solved. Next his father connected to Meyer's name the name Bill Harvey, another CIA agent; also connected to Meyer's name was the name David Morales, yet another CIA man and a well-known, particularly vicious black-op specialist. And then his father connected to Morales' name, with a line, the framed words "French Gunman Grassy Knoll." So there it was, according to E. Howard Hunt. LBJ had Kennedy killed. It had long been speculated upon. But now E. Howard was saying that's the way it was. And that Lee Harvey Oswald wasn't the only shooter in Dallas. There was also, on the grassy knoll, a French gunman, presumably the Corsican Mafia assassin Lucien Sarti, who has figured prominently in other assassination theories.[63] It is unlikely that Cord Meyer would have sought revenge against Kennedy for the affair because Cord and his wife Mary had divorced in 1958, while Mary's and Kennedy's affair began in 1962.[64] The Rolling Stone article states that the case of her murder had never been solved, based on the fact that Ray Crump, the man accused of her murder, was found not guilty. Though Crump was found not guilty, he was found near the scene with blood on his hands, torn jeans, and an unzipped pants fly. The jacket found near the scene was identified by Crump's wife as belonging to him.[65] There is no record connecting either Harvey or Morales to the assassination. A gunman put two bullets into her two days before her 44th birthday. Her diary and letters related with her affair with JFK were kept by James Angleton, chief of the CIA’s counter-intelligence group, for safekeeping with the intention, according to him, to be returned to her children. This letter was never burned as Angleton initially stated.[66] Since 1974 it had been speculated that Hunt and CIA agent Frank Sturgis were among the "Three Tramps" who were photographed in Dealey Plaza, and held by the Dallas Police, shortly after the assassination.[67] This theory has fared badly, first as the result of the work of forensic anthropologists working for the House Select Committee on Assassinations who ruled out Hunt and Sturgis in an analysis of the photographic evidence,[68] and then as the result of the release of Dallas Municipal Archives documents that subsequently identify the tramps as Harold Doyle, John F. Gedney, and Gus W. Abrams.[69] Alternatively, other researchers propose to identify Hunt as a figure crossing Dealey Plaza in a raincoat and fedora immediately after the assassination.[70]
Thank God for that. I remember when everyone and their mom attacked Oliver Stone for putting out JFK in 1992, claiming that his theory was preposterous (even though it was based entirely on Jim Garrison's evidence). Guess we still had too many of those people in power.
President Obama? Some help here?
Friday, February 20, 2009
President Barack Obama, will you open up JFK assassination files? PLEASE?
I'm still reeling from the Jim Garrison interviews about the Kennedy Assassination. HOLY COW! If Obama has any nuts, he'll reopen that case and find the truth...easy. After Kennedy botched the Bay of Pigs, he started breaking up the CIA, because he thought they were too powerful, and they wanted war as a business. The heads of the CIA that rolled still had the other agencies' support. Once Kennedy began pulling out of Vietnam, he was destroying a big paycheck for the military and many others. They figured out how to rationalize that in the name of "National Security" this particular president should be let go. He didn't hold the interests of those in power, and it was right to remove him, so long as it could be done swiftly and be believed by the public. It was a clean Coup d'Etat. The interviews of those bistanders who were there are wild. The files aren't supposed to be opened until 2029, but I bet Barack could look now.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Review of "The Slide" by Kyle Beachy
For those of you who haven't read 'The Slide' by Kyle Beachy yet, pick it up soon.
I've known Kyle since he was a smart-ass, privileged, little freshman in high school, and since then, I've always wondered what he would amount to. It was all worth it. Published by The Dial Press, 'The Slide' takes me back to our early adulthood where that nagging question keeps beating you up through your post-graduation (still living with the folks) transition, 'Yeah, this is fun, but now what the fuck am I supposed to do with the rest of my life?' His writing is introverted to the nth power (rather, 'ntroverted') due to excessive word usage and attention to detail (especially his own obsessive quest for Truth and/or a good reason for living) and he uses so many references to real-life anecdotes, I kept feeling like I was more or less reading his diary.
Penned as fiction, yet set against the backdrop of real-time St. Louis, the story reads well, especially to any post-college child (or parent) of the eighties who wold get the inside jokes, midwest dialectic word play and constant major league baseball references. I got chills, I cried here and there, and by the end of the story, I was satisfied.
Well done Kyle. Keep 'em coming.
I've known Kyle since he was a smart-ass, privileged, little freshman in high school, and since then, I've always wondered what he would amount to. It was all worth it. Published by The Dial Press, 'The Slide' takes me back to our early adulthood where that nagging question keeps beating you up through your post-graduation (still living with the folks) transition, 'Yeah, this is fun, but now what the fuck am I supposed to do with the rest of my life?' His writing is introverted to the nth power (rather, 'ntroverted') due to excessive word usage and attention to detail (especially his own obsessive quest for Truth and/or a good reason for living) and he uses so many references to real-life anecdotes, I kept feeling like I was more or less reading his diary.
Penned as fiction, yet set against the backdrop of real-time St. Louis, the story reads well, especially to any post-college child (or parent) of the eighties who wold get the inside jokes, midwest dialectic word play and constant major league baseball references. I got chills, I cried here and there, and by the end of the story, I was satisfied.
Well done Kyle. Keep 'em coming.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Casting Couch by J-Toth (1st verse and beat) and Helias (2nd verse and scratches)
[TOTH]
Ever since she was in high school, she made the
guys drool, laid the pipe cool, gave a
nice jewel, and was accustomed to custom
equipping your whip, by sucking the right fuel.
She was nice too, it shined right through,
but she doubted her power to shine true,
every hour she showered her flower with
fine fumes, cause who’d allow her a ripe womb?
Head shots, they want head shots, just a
couple of meaningless head shots. Yeah but
what if their meaning of head shots, is a-
kin to you cleaning their head off? To
bed, or to bed not…the
question gets deeper than bed rock, but when
heads rock, only according to who gives the
best jaw, do you get on, or do you get off?
[BREAK-from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”]
Do you think she’s talented? Deeply and importantly talented?
No. Amusingly and superficially talented yes, but deeply and importantly, no.
[HELIAS]
It’s the inverse of personal, she’s all work with a murder feel, the hurt she used to feel finally shriveled up and died, behind those great white shark eyes is a re-
flection of my own avarice, only amplified.
She plays games that people play that don’t play games for fun, and likes to drop my name, case my name weighs a ton.
Zanax keeps her dead inside, cocaine brings her back to life, a zomie wandering the party, acting extra nice.
She’ll get jobs, with those headshots, with-
out ‘em, she’s deader than hemlock, that’s
why she plays up that sexpot persona,
sex sells, and sex bought her that Porche,
Upper echelon, a step beyond a gamer, she
leaves me for someone up the food chain, I can’t blame her,
she knows I got a knack for this casting couch magic trick,
actresses doing back flips off of my mattresses…
[BREAK-from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”]
Gracious! Do you think she’s handsomely paid?
…Hmmm?
***FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM***
“Cinewax” by Jonathan Toth from Hoth and Helias
AVAILABLE FOR LISTENING FOR FREE:
www.myspace.com/jonathantothfromhoth
Ever since she was in high school, she made the
guys drool, laid the pipe cool, gave a
nice jewel, and was accustomed to custom
equipping your whip, by sucking the right fuel.
She was nice too, it shined right through,
but she doubted her power to shine true,
every hour she showered her flower with
fine fumes, cause who’d allow her a ripe womb?
Head shots, they want head shots, just a
couple of meaningless head shots. Yeah but
what if their meaning of head shots, is a-
kin to you cleaning their head off? To
bed, or to bed not…the
question gets deeper than bed rock, but when
heads rock, only according to who gives the
best jaw, do you get on, or do you get off?
[BREAK-from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”]
Do you think she’s talented? Deeply and importantly talented?
No. Amusingly and superficially talented yes, but deeply and importantly, no.
[HELIAS]
It’s the inverse of personal, she’s all work with a murder feel, the hurt she used to feel finally shriveled up and died, behind those great white shark eyes is a re-
flection of my own avarice, only amplified.
She plays games that people play that don’t play games for fun, and likes to drop my name, case my name weighs a ton.
Zanax keeps her dead inside, cocaine brings her back to life, a zomie wandering the party, acting extra nice.
She’ll get jobs, with those headshots, with-
out ‘em, she’s deader than hemlock, that’s
why she plays up that sexpot persona,
sex sells, and sex bought her that Porche,
Upper echelon, a step beyond a gamer, she
leaves me for someone up the food chain, I can’t blame her,
she knows I got a knack for this casting couch magic trick,
actresses doing back flips off of my mattresses…
[BREAK-from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”]
Gracious! Do you think she’s handsomely paid?
…Hmmm?
***FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM***
“Cinewax” by Jonathan Toth from Hoth and Helias
AVAILABLE FOR LISTENING FOR FREE:
www.myspace.com/jonathantothfromhoth
Thursday, January 22, 2009
What if God was one of us?
F Posterity .76 "Just Be Happy" (Frustrated Conversations with God)
God asked me once, YOU WANT PARADISE?
I said, sure...but just to clarify,
what's the catch? Come on God throw it at me.
THREE WORDS, ONE ACTION: JUST BE HAPPY.
What do mean, regardless of the price?
YOU'VE ALREADY PAID WITH YOUR LIFE...Right, but
how can we be happy with all the bullshit?
BULLSHIT EXISTS, IT'S STILL YOUR CHOICE TO LIVE, KID.
Oh...it's that simple...like
popping a pimple...YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT...like
dropping a thimble full of LSD for one
swell-ass week? MORE LIKE PERMANENTLY.
Just be happy amidst such foul play, on a
planet where some 'civilized' nations now claim, that
winning at any-and-all-costs is a proud aim, whether
genocide, torture or some economic bowel pain?
JUST BE HAPPY. Like that, no room for argument?
WE CAN ARGUE, I KNOW YOU LIKE TO SPAR A BIT.
No! I want to be happy! GOT'CHA! THEN PROVE IT.
Fine, how must I come to it? JUST DO IT.
God! You're so cliche'! WELL THERE'S A REASON WHY,
SO CLICHE' MEANS MOST SAW THE WHOLE REPLAY, AND
NOW IT'S COMMON KNOWLEDGE LIKE 'HE SAY, SO SHE SAY,'
but what's that got to do with the price of cold DJs?
IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE DJ, WHAT DO YOU DO? I
bitch and I moan 'til the tracks come through.
EXACTLY...what do mean exactly?
YOU DID JUST WHAT YOU NEEDED TO BE HAPPY.
But I want change! ALRIGHT, I'LL GIVE YOU CHANGE.
Cool! GIVE ME TWENTY BUCKS...no dude...
change my life! LIKE WHAT? Like where I'm stuck, like…
give me peace of mind. ALRIGHT, BUT NOW YOU HAVE TO GIVE A FUCK.
I want love and I want wealth,
I want drugs and I want health,
ALRIGHT, YOU WANT THEM…no, you literalist,
I CAN GIVE IT TO YOU, BUT WHAT YOU GON' DO WITH IT?
I'd be happy. GREAT, IT'S YOUR'S. I want more! THEN GO
GET IT. No! Just give me! I'M ALWAYS GIVING IT FREELY
Well, why can't I get it? YOU CAN, (AND ARE) YOU'RE STILL HEALING. From
what? FROM BLAMING YOURSELF AND ME FOR YOUR NEEDING.
What's that supposed to mean? LOOK, YOU'RE HURTING. SOME-
WHERE ALONG THE LINE, YOU STRAYED AND STARTED SWERVING, AND
WHEREAS YOU MAKE THE CLAIM, YOU'VE SINNED AND AREN'T WORTHY,
I CONSIDER ALL THOSE 'LESS THAN PERFECT' MOVES 'LEARNING.'
Who hasn't messed up? YES I CONCUR,
and who hasn't cursed you God? FOR SURE. I
wish I wouldn't have done a lot of things that I did, but
how am I supposed to be rid of 'em. JUST FORGIVE.
FORGIVE YOU, THEN FORGIVE MOM, THEN
FORGIVE YOUR LOVER, YOUR BROTHERS AND YOUR DOG,
FORGIVE THE WEAK, THE MEAN AND EVEN THE STRONG, THEN
ONCE YOU'RE CLEAN WITH EVERYONE, FORGIVE GOD.
You? Forgive you God? Oh come on…
you're the sun and the stars and everything beyond.
What kind of audacity could I have with me to pawn...BE-
CAUSE, I MADE EVERYTHING, THAT INCLUDES RIGHT AND WRONG,
UNTIL YOU REALIZE THERE'S NEITHER, THERE'S JUST ETHER.
ONLY THINKING MAKES IT EITHER...TRUST ME SIR.
FORGIVE IT ALL BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING TO FORGIVE,
ALL YOU'RE DOING IS USING YOUR WITS TO FOLLOW YOUR BLISS.
AND ALL OF THIS IS FOR THE GOOD OF ALL, NOT THE
GOOD OPPOSITE OF EVIL, BUT WHAT WOULD BEFALL,
ALL LIFE AS IT EVOLVES, FROM YOUR FIRST CRAWL,
TO YOUR FIRST PLAY WITH A BALL, TO YOUR FIRST DAY AT THE MALL.
So this is entertainment to you? IT'S ONLY LOVE,
HOLY LOVE, SOLELY LOVE, but I'm so lonely Love,
YOU'RE NEVER ALONE, YOU'RE FOREVER MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE,
well, I wish you would make it easier...OH JUST SHUT UP!
What?
JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BE HAPPY!
JESUS, YOU FUCKING PEOPLE…GOD DAMN ME!
originally from myspace.com/jonathantothfromhoth
December 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Most Important Election of our Lives (from 10/2008 on myspace.com/jonathantothfromhoth)
The Most Important Election of our Lives
Category: News and Politics
Why?
This is the older generation's last stand. Obama represents change, McCain, more of the same. There is a reason the economy is collapsing, and it's because we've been given nothing more than...the same...for many years now. I'm tired of "the same." It's going to get even worse before it gets better, but that's because we've been in denial for so long. Here's another interesting note that the fundamentalist Christians have been misinterpreting: The Book of Revelations in the Bible speaks of an age where we shall experience, "end of the world," which may be a shortening of the phrase apokalupsis eschaton which literally means "revelation at the end of the æon, or age". Hardcore Christians see this as an actual "end" of humankind, whereas it makes more sense to see it as the end of living in denial or that which does not work.
How do we get ourselves out of this mess? END CREDIT, and FORGIVE ALL DEBTS. This will balance out money again as it should be balanced. Work and/or exchange goods for MONEY, NOT CREDIT. It goes along with that old logic of: Since I owe you, and you owe them, and they owe me, if we each pay each other we'll end up even anyways, so let's skip that step, forgive the debt and begin anew. Kill the DEMON through forgiveness. It was an optimistic idea, but we've proved that we slack when we don't have to work for our cash. Who did Jesus whip out of the temple? The money lenders and the gamblers. ...Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors... [Lord's Prayer, King James Bible]
...just an idea i caught floating around in my head.
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