One thing I really like about this place is how most of the folks here aren’t in the junior-high-school style rah-rah-rah bullshit mode of “The Dems are OUR team and that other team sucks and is the cause of all our problems!”
Most of us have outgrown that. It’s why we’re here and not at that other place, where that attitude prevails.
So this is why I wanted to share something I saw today, it’s a most fantastic documentary on the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy. It’s called “RFK Must Die: The Assassination of Bobby Kennedy” and was made by a filmmaker named Shane O’Sullivan, and broadcast on the BBC. You can rent it, or buy it now. I happened to catch it, quite by chance, on The Documentary Channel, which is right next to CNN (ha!) on Dish TV.
The reason I’m sharing this is because many of the conversations here, about such things, always seem to lead to “well, who exactly ARE the men behind the curtain”?
This film doesn’t answer as to exactly these people are specifically, but lets you know who they are in a general sense.
As many people have pointed out, there are a great many parallels between 9/11 and the JFK assassination, such as Peter Dale Scott in this article here (highly recommended). And it’s obvious whoever was behind the JFK murder also committed RFK’s.
Oddly enough, I had actually written about this documentary a little while back at DK, when I stumbled across the following:
MASHANTUCKET, Conn. — New forensics evidence presented Tuesday during a symposium at Foxwoods suggests Sirhan Sirhan did not fire the fatal shots that killed Sen. Robert Kennedy in 1968.
The essay I wrote went on to discuss a few other details, such as this:
These guys aren’t the first to consider a “second gunman”. The first was probably the Los Angeles corner who did the autopsy, Thomas Noguchi. In his autobiography, he reports:
“Until more is precisely known…the existence of a second gunman remains a possibility. Thus, I have never said that Sirhan Sirhan killed Robert Kennedy.”
Why would he say such a thing? Well, even before these new recordings came out in which 13 shots are heard (and Sirhan Sirhan’s gun only held eight bullets), Noguchi discovered that there were more bullet wounds than there were bullets — considering that RFK had been shot with four bullets, and there were five people also wounded, presumably by five more bullets. The LAPD rationalized this by saying that some of the wounds must have been caused by one bullet hitting more than one victim, and they even presented an extremely convoluted case as to all the whacky trajectories the bullets must have taken. However, the main sticking point, the point that probably haunted Noguchi, and many others, is the fact that the shot that killed Kennedy was fired from just a few inches away from the back of his head, behind his ear — powder burns proved it. Yet Sirhan Sirhan was never closer than five or six feet away, and always facing Kennedy.
So to see this documentary today was a real treat. One thing I learned from the film is that there were some serious connections between the LAPD and the CIA at that time. Names are named. Photos are shown. Recordings of witness interrogations were preserved! In one of the recordings, one of the complicit LAPD guys browbeats a young female witness into recanting her story about the highly incriminating things she saw, telling her that she should do it “for the love of the Kennedys”.
CIA personnel are seen at the Ambassador Auditorium before, during, and after the shooting.
It is clear that Sirhan Sirhan was hypnotized, and had “handlers” during the whole ordeal, and had been somehow recruited for the mind-control, and can’t remember a damn thing.
The whole thing is just completely fascinating.
And if you’re wondering who those men are behind the curtain, well, it paints a pretty compelling portrait of who they are, and were.
Basically, we’re screwed.
But it’s good to know why. And how. No?
By the way, did you know that Sarah Palin’s parents are professional rat killers, and helped in the 9/11 response? I guess a lot of rats needed to be killed. I’m sure it has nothing to do with anything, but it’s the kind of high weirdness that might as well be in a story such as this.