The following is re-posted from Nov. 22, 2013. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated 50 years earlier to the day.

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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."

Pow.

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.

Pow.

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.)

Pow.

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.

Pow..............pow, pow.

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."

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Comment by alsoknownas on November 22, 2017 at 8:00am

I don't believe much of what I read about today either.

Comment by koshersalaami on November 22, 2017 at 8:06am

You shouldn't. One thing the FCC has done over time is relax the restrictions on the number of media outlets any given entity can have in any given market. The news is now more and more centrally controlled. 

Comment by alsoknownas on November 22, 2017 at 8:16am

k/s,

That is a big part of the reason for the mistrust. It extends beyond the elements of personal perceptions which most naturally flow into verbal descriptions and recall of events.

A reporter, leaning into a hurricane wind on a boardwalk telling us how they feel in that moment hasn't anything to do with the destruction about to happen, nor the responses or lack thereof by the agencies charged to warn and help. 

We get dumbed down to a quick peak of and endless prattling about situations, a come on that tells us more is to follow that will enlighten us, when the reality is were being tricked into watching a commercial coming up for some consumer product we could all do without using.

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on November 22, 2017 at 8:28am

I was 12; I couldn't have done it.

Comment by alsoknownas on November 22, 2017 at 8:47am

12 and using a pseudonym I bet.

oops...never mind.

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on November 22, 2017 at 9:16am

:)

Comment by J.P. Hart on November 22, 2017 at 10:59am

AJK,

{As a flown-over Jennifer Granholm Democrat, I'm trying to concentrate on Granholm-Biden, 2020}. 
Plausibly the darkest three days of my life, this, no maybe 6,7,8 June '68. No maybe 11,12,13 SEP 2001.
(fast forward)
Few realize that RFK had no police escort within a five (5) mile radius --- no cops near --- Roosevelt Grier yellin', ". . . get the thumb . . .get the thumb!"  RFK's last, ". . .how bad is it?"  Lights always on in MA.  That eternal flame in Georgetown, DC - - - where the ragged people go. 
Incongruously, I've gotten more than several telephone requests here at WHAG for a 'twin play': Arlo's  Alice's Restaurant & Kate McKinnon's (piano) Imagine. 
 
May there be a surplus of Franklins in your cookie jar!  Sadly three days ago we learned of Jesse Jackson's onset Parkinson's.  Hey buds, carpe' diem! Oandgoodnessthroughtheages! Get it?.  Woe is me.  In the land of the free.
Any which.  It is supposed to be Thanksgiving, not Thanks Grieving.
Sending a  $20 ck. to that soup kitchen in municipal code demise down under in Kenosha, WI.  Fourth Estate vid had views of homeless folk in sleeveless summer clothes shivering against the lullaby NE November wind: chappin' and flappin' old glory . . .
Ask not . . .
JPH
(Survivor . . . Children's Milk Campaign 1968, U.S.A)
Comment by moki ikom on November 22, 2017 at 12:49pm

My mother was born in Texas a little over ninety-one years.  Though she has lived most of her adult life away from Texas and we single parent kids were home with Mary, her/our colored maid, in central Florida at the time, she was in Dallas with her new boyfriend for two full days that November.  She brought home a morning and evening edition of a Dallas newspaper whose headlines were about JFK's visit, his arrival and demise respectively.  I kept the papers for a a little over a decade and maybe looked at them over that period little more than a half dozen times.  Images of the front pages were as good as indelibly imprinted on the inside of my skull, I had no need to look at them much to refresh my memory of the day of the assassination.  

Maybe there were not a lot of bars like Jack Ruby's in Dallas. At 13yo I'm not sure I even knew what the word 'bar' (short for bar-room) meant muchless what might go on in such places, but when Mom returned minus her suitor the day Oswald was assassinated and news reports mentioned Ruby and his bars, Mom said she had been at one of them both nights she was there.  Other than sheer coincidence, she has never let on that her short trip to Dallas was anything more than a whimful trip taken on a historic day.  I'm sure she just accompanied the (full on creep of a) guy on his trip to Dallas for just the chance to visit Texas again but I chave never been able to believe the creep she was with could be up to any good whatsoever and my little sister of the time confirmed years later to me that he was every bit the creep he appeared to be.

Another irony to me of that time was that in October my piggy-bank funded mail order bolt action 22cal rifle had arrived so that when news reports came out about Oswald's mail order rifle I knew exactly what they were talking about,, getting guns by mail was cheap and easy with no questions asked.

Comment by alsoknownas on November 22, 2017 at 8:06pm

J.P. Hart.

Always glad you've taken time to read and leave a comment. although I do not always catch on. It's never mean spirited. Thank you.

moki ikom,

That's definitely an interesting story. Thanks for stopping here today.

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