I was able to catch up on work enough to leave town and work from a lap top for a few days. Today I return to the office and clients.
I have not seen a paper, listened to a radio or watched TV news since last week. My e-mail, full of rage on the part of friends is enough.
Later at the end of the day I am going to start reading a book; "A Cruel and Shocking Act: The Secret History of the Kennedy Assassination". The reviews have been good. I bought it from a discount rack a week or so ago.
My guess is that a similar title will applied to the electorate of 2016. We've been hit from behind and from the grassy hill in front of us. Nobody will agree on that exactly but the results will be the same.
How much more will we see change into something unrecognizable?
Which part of what plan has just happened?
Will our heads explode wondering?
The following is re-posted from Nov. 22, 2013. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated 50 years earlier to the day.
Oswald crouches at the window. The Carcano rifle is resting on the window sill.
The actual assassin is right behind him and poised to shoot over Oswald's shoulder as planned.
"Lee. This is it. When you hear the first shot, you shoot. They'll never be able to prove who shot. We have to do this. You know why."
The first shot strikes Kennedy, travels through his neck, hits Connally, moves through and through, into his wrist and then his thigh. The full metal jacket bullet is virtually unscathed as they are designed to travel through multiple objects. It's a cheap rifle made in a foreign country for some undefined and yet undeclared war.
Oswald sees the shot that hit Kennedy and fires.
He misses. The bullet strikes and explodes a small piece of concrete curb in line with the sixth floor window. He knows he missed. The second shot missed. Oswald's shot. Not the first shot. (It takes him a few hours to realize until he is captured and questioned, what it was he just witnessed.)
Immediately the third shot hits the target and Oswald sees Kennedy's head explode.
Two 6.5 mm Carcano rifles have just accomplished what one could not.
"Leave the gun Lee. We've got to run"
They both take off. The assassin takes his rifle.
Mary Moorman on a Polaroid camera has captured a photo of the first strike. At age 81 now she has never wavered from her initial reporting of what she saw and heard. A particular cadence of gunfire that cannot and has not been reproduced by anyone since on the $20 rifle.
Oswald runs. A policeman gets a call on his radio and is told the whereabouts of a man suspected in the shooting. He him pulls over and stops Oswald for questioning. A man unnoticed until now, following the officer gets out of his car and shouts "That's him officer. I just saw him at Dealey Plaza." Officer Tippit, temporarily distracted turns to the citizen, who has a gun in hand. The citizen shoots Tippit.
The citizen says, "Lee !!!! ...for Christ sake!!! That was close. We've got to get you out of here. Duck into the movie theater up the street and we'll send some one to get you in a moment."
Lee runs to the place in history that will falsely remember him as the best rifleman that ever lived.
But Lee knows....
"I didn't shoot nobody. I'm a patsy."* **