Verdict: Conspiracy

May 2nd, 2018

The question should have never been “who killed JFK?”

The answer has always been obvious.

Since before the bullets in Dealey Plaza flew there was evidence of conspiracy.

Cornered in his library the still astute octogenarian, Dick Goodwin, asked if I’d read the books. He assumed I did and understood this was the reason for my unannounced visit/ambush.

I rolled the tape (actually pressed the button on my camcorder) and, when I suggested the CIA might of been involved, for the first time, I saw a glimpse of the infamous L’Enfant Terrible’s notorious temper. He quickly, and for the record, stated he never saw any evidence of the CIA being involved in the assassination.

I mentioned otherwise, Mexico City, Oswald’s activity with the Fair Play for Cuba and the post-assassination “Castro dunnit” operation.

But I wasn’t there to debate.

President Trump’s unlawful mandate to continue to allow records from the murder of our 35th president, almost 55 years ago, to remain hidden, proves, again, just how nasty this conspiracy is.

We’re still being lied to.

 

 

 

… We’re back!

April 26th, 2018

Some say it’s sad but true, we’re not sure it’s either.

We are happy to announce: We’re back!

That’s right, not unlike the young Han Solo we were flash-frozen on February 12, 2018 news.

That’s a tough thing for a glorified blog calling itself a breaking news website.

Rest easy. We’re happy to report we’re breaking news every 5 minutes. So refresh your browser and visit often.

You just might learn something.

The Mid-Life Crisis

March 7th, 2018

mid-life crisis

As the human male ages his production of testosterone slows, accompanied by: hair loss, weight gain, and the diminished ability to make decisions.

Characterized by leadership roles, the loss of decision making skills can be devastating to the species leading to feelings of fear, failure, self-doubt & depression.

The loss of decision making skills can be especially ruinous to the aging, professional sports bettor.

Walk into Caesars’ Sportsbook and look into the eyes of the senior gambling degenerates. There’s nothing there. Vacant, empty stares. There’s no one home. No hope, no spirit. No God.

Sometimes the aging human male lashes out, making irresponsible, irrational decisions, or series of decisions, often referred to as: “the midlife crisis.”

Victims turn to drinking, drugs, gambling, prostitutes, Corvettes, & semi-dysfunctional Sports & Entertainment blogs …

Fly in the Ointment

February 23rd, 2018

Thank you for the hundreds of complaints.

It shows … you care.

We care too.

The problem begins with, as in most cases, money.

Perpetually frozen on February 12, 2018. We know. Scantily clad interns across the Globe are on strike leaving this Editor-in-Chief of a Breaking News powerhouse: perplexed.

In order to make money you have to spend money but if you don’t have money it’s tough to get money.

A man’s got to eat and a junky’s got to have his fix.

So, we are left where we are … on February 12th.

Trust Us. This won’t be a “forever” thing. Please, for the love of God, don’t un-bookmark us or -GASP- un-like us on facebook. We’re still here. We won’t let the over-worked, under-paid interns win. We’re going to hold the hard line like a hard-boiled, Cold War, commie-hater.

They will work for free and they’ll like it.

Okay, for now: stay the course!

You’ll be glad you did.

 

 

The Bomb

February 19th, 2018

August 6, 1945-

Truman was giddy. “Little Boy” was a success.

100 miles off the coast of Japan, aboard the USS Kearney 19 year old signalman Gerry LeTourneau did not hear or feel anything. Instead he saw the huge mushroom cloud get bigger & bigger rising above Hiroshima.

The Allied Naval Fleet was ordered to change direction and face the waves, so not to capsize. Waves became one hundred feet high.

Signalman LeTourneau held onto the rail of the destroyer for dear life.

Later, the bodies came.

Thousand of floating, radioactive, Japanese bodies.

On deck of the USS Kearney, sailors were ordered to install .50 caliber machine guns and shoot holes in the bodies until they sank.

RFK Files (cont.)

February 14th, 2018

The mystery remains.

Searching through RFK’s Attorney General Files at The JFK Library, the special telegram reads:

ROBERT F KENNEDY

WHITE HOUSE WASHDC

CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY PHONE FA39033

WILLIAM J LEE

(45).

508P EST NOV 25 63

The telegram is striking for a number of reasons. First the date, November 25, 1963. Three days after JFK’s assassination, the day after Oswald was killed and the day of JFK’s burial. The tone of the message is interesting, as well. It’s not a condolence, instead it expresses urgency. Did this man know RFK? If not, then why, on the day his brother was buried, would he want RFK to call him immediately?
A little gumshoe detective work discovered Mr. William J. Lee’s obituary from 2014:

“After high school, Mr. Lee served in the Navy during WWII. After his time was served, he began working with Southern Railway, now Norfolk Southern, in 1947. He retired from Norfolk Southern in 1987 after a successful career. In 1956, Bill Lee was elected to serve the citizens of Clayton County in the Georgia House of Representatives, and retired in 1998, after 42 years of service to the people of this community and state.”

The plot thickens.

Southern democrat, Navy-man, member of Georgia’S House of Represtatives, Mr. William J. Lee, sent a special telegram to RFK on November 25, 1963 requesting RFK call him immediately.

We contacted William J. Lee’s son, who responded:

The telegraph you speak of is very interesting and would not surprise me at all that my dad would have sent something like that. I was only 6 months old at the time of the Telegraph. My father was a true southern Democrat and held to a platform that resembled Ronald Regan in the day. We never had any conversations regarding the Kennedy Family but I do know that he would have supported the efforts of the party.

So, for now, the investigation has run cold. Maybe it’s been too long, 54 years (+) after the deed. But we don’t think so.

We have not (yet) cracked the code or uncovered the smoking gun (which, indeed, was on the grassy knoll) but we’ll keep trying.

Rest safe friends and sleep with one eye open.

 

RFK Files

February 13th, 2018

Rummaging through RFK’s attorney general files at the JFK Library in Boston we found a special telegram delivered 3 days after his brother’s assassination:

ROBERT F KENNEDY

WHITE HOUSE WASHDC

CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY PHONE FA39033

WILLIAM J LEE

(45).

508P EST NOV 25 63

We did a Google search and found a Reno Evening Gazzette (GA) classified advertisement from 12/3/1960 with the same phone number.

The ad reads:

By owner, 1959 Studebaker Lark Regal V8 hardtop $900 for equity assume payments FA39033

Did the sender of this special telegram, Mr. William J. Lee, have information for RFK regarding JFK’s assassination? Could this clue unravel the conspiracy?

… to be continued.

 

Man Out of Time

February 12th, 2018

Max Steingrout

Man out of time Max Steingrout, like Icarus, flew too close to the sun.

The Nevada Gaming Commission believed him to be the mob-connected lynchpin responsible for manipulating the outcome of hundreds, if not thousands, of college and professional basketball games.

In reality, the mob rode Steingrout like a painted show pony.

Although too much drinking, smoking, drugging, and whoring had taken their toll, he could still read the writing on the wall.

He fled south of the border.

Upon his return to Las Vegas, Max the Junkie had lost his nerve, his mind, and his soul.

He became the mark for the tourists, junkies, pimps and prostitutes he once so proudly preyed upon.

Faces were the same but the names had changed, perhaps to protect the innocent.

Max knew there were no innocents.

For money, he wandered The Strip in a methadone fog forcing escort brochures into the hands of unsuspecting old ladies and wide-eyed children.

The Death of Natalie Wood

February 9th, 2018

In 2011, ear witness/retired stockbroker, Marilyn Wayne submitted a sworn statement to the LA Sheriff’s department: “My cabin window was open. A woman’s voice, crying for help, awakened John and awakened me, ‘Help me, someone please help me, I’m drowning,’ we heard repeatedly.” She said John turned on their yacht’s beam light but could not see anything. She also claims to have heard a man’s slurred voice from the direction of Wagner’s boat saying: “Oh, hold on, we’re coming to get you.” Later, in a sworn statement to the LA Sheriff’s department, she received a scribbled note warning her: “If you value your life, keep quiet about what you know.”

Can we all simply agree: arrest Robert Wagner immediately.

#ArrestRobertWagner

#JusticeforNatalieWood

February 8th, 2018

#JusticeforNatalieWood

Dear Los Angeles County Sheriffs Department,

In 2011 captain Dennis Davern made the following statement to your Department:

Robert Wagner grabbed the open wine bottle and with rage crashed it upon the coffee table and screamed out to Christopher Walken, ‘Do you want to fuck my wife, is that what you want?’ –Walken retreated to his cabin forward and closed the cabin door. He remained there until morning. Natalie Wood was mortified and went immediately to the rear deck. Robert Wagner followed her within minutes and then a terrible argument proceeded. –I turned on the radio and played music loudly to muffle the arguing. –The only full sentence I could completely decipher during the entire argument was ‘Get off my fucking boat,’ said by Robert Wagner. –When I arrived on the rear open deck, only Robert Wagner was present, and he stood near the far rear wall of the yacht. –Wagner appeared sweaty, flushed, anxious, nervous, and disheveled. He told me ‘Natalie is missing’ and asked me to search the yacht. –I immediately wanted to radio for help and to turn on the searchlight, but Wagner told me, sternly, ‘We are not going to do that. We will wait and see if she returns.’ –While we waited, Robert Wagner opened scotch and poured alcohol for me. He encouraged me to drink. He discussed with me the repercussions of bringing any immediate attention to the situation and he claimed he did not want to tarnish his image. After an hour passed, Robert Wagner began crying and repeated, ‘She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone’ which I believed a strange thing to say.

Natalie Wood was found dead floating face down at 7:45 AM.

For the sake of justice for Natalie Wood, please arrest Robert J. Wagner immediately.

Thank you for your service.

Sincerely,

Max Steingrout

Editor-in-Chief