#19 WHO REALLY SHOT JFK?



It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, ok, so it was actually in the Los Angeles times. To be more correct, it was an Associated Press release that I saw while surfing Yahoo.com on the Internet. I read it just a few years ago, and I still find it hard to believe that no one seems to care one way or the other.

Basically it stated that there were two gunshots fired simultaneously that fateful day in Dallas. This means that there were at least two gunmen. And, unlike a crowd, it only takes two to have a conspiracy or tango for that matter. There was Oswald up all-alone in the book depository and someone else hiding behind the bushes on the grassy knoll. But who would want to kill the president? Who would have the most to gain? How could they pull it off and not get caught after all these years. And just what exactly is a knoll? The answers to these questions keep me up at night, unless of course I’m sleeping then I, like the rest of you, don’t think about it at all.

It was the same day that the shuttle broke up, I remember that day as if it were only yesterday and if memory serves me correctly it was just yesterday. I was trying to sleep in my hammock that I had strung between two coconut trees so I wouldn’t have to think of all those things I mentioned in the previous paragraph. Then out of the blue it hit me. At first I thought it was one of those missing tiles from the shuttles’ left wing, but under close examination it was in reality a rather large coconut that had fallen from one of those coconut trees. Two things actually hit me that day, besides the coconut, the other being the answer to; who really shot JFK.

For those of you who may not be aware of it, JFK was the 37th president of the United States of America; John Fitzgerald Kennedy! (From here on referred to as JFK)

Ok, let’s travel back in time, just a little, not way back like when dinosaurs and caveman roamed the earth together, but just 23 years ago to the summer of ‘58, or was it ‘57, either way, the Russians had just launched the world’s first artificial satellite into orbit. They called it “Sputnik”

I was living in Key West Florida with my parents at the time, mainly because I was just a kid. This was back when living in Key West was way cool and “Men were Men” and not the other way around! I’ll never forget that day either; We heard it on the radio, and by radio I mean one of those macho radios made with transistors the size on a quarter, and used 37 “D” sized batters, and if you turned the volume up to “full” and put your ear against the 8 inch speaker you could just barely make out what the guy was saying. That night right after sunset we all went out side and stared up into space hoping to catch a glimpse of illusive “Sputnik” And sure enough, just like the man said on the radio, at least that what I think he said, there it was in all it’s glory. It was magnificent; a scarcely visible faint white light that could hardly be distinguished from the millions of other faint white lights, only this one was moving! At that precise moment people from all over the United States were united with one common thought that would forever change the world. “Goddamn Russians!” This was exactly what was going through JFK mind when he decided that we, and by “we” I mean all of us who are Americans and not you foreigners, would be the first to send a man to the moon!

Yes I know JFK wasn’t President at that time, the point is that it made a lasting impression on him as well as myself. By a strange twist of fate at that exact time I decided to start building my own rocket ships and, together with three other friends, would win the Key West State Science Fair and go on to become famous rocket scientists! No wait, that’s a movie I just rented. Forget that part. What was the name of that movie? Hunt for red October, no, I remember now, October sky, it’s really good, and is now available on DVD and well as VHS. Check it out at your local video store nearest you.

We come forward a little in time 1960 to be exact and JFK is now President and Lyndon Johnson is his Vise President (from here on they will be referred to as P the VP respectably) JFK still wants an American to be the first man to land on the moon. So he calls one of those press conferences and announces to the world, but mostly to Russia, that the United States (from here on will be referred to as the US) will spare no expense, except for the trillions of dollars wasted on the Vietnam War which was just getting started, and with a stoke of the pen, creates the “National Aeronautical Space Agency” (from here on will be referred to as NASA), and gives it a gazillion dollar budget. There is one catch however; NASA must land a man on the moon before the end of the decade!

Unbeknownst to JFK (isn’t that a cool word? Unbeknownst…sound like something that Shakespeare guy would use) the man he appoints to head NASA: Dr. T. Glennan (From here on will be referred to as Dr. “T”) is a Freemason. “What is a Freemason you ask?”

1: An international fraternal organization with secret rites, signs and handshakes.

2: A member of a guild of skilled itinerant masons during the middle Ages.

“So?” You ask. “What’s the big deal?” I’ll tell you what the big deal is. The big deal is that the Freemasons are an “offshoot” of the “Knights Templar.” And they along with the Illuminati and the Rockefellers’ run the world! “And who are the Illuminati and the Knights Templar?” Hey look it up for yourself, do I have to do all the work around here? Doesn’t anybody listen to Art Bell, “Coast-to-Coast” Monday thru Friday from 11:00 pm till 3:00 am on most AM stations? I assume you already know who the Rockefellers are.

About half way though the Gemini missions NASA realizes that they are running behind time and there is no way they can get a manned mission to the moon before the end of the decade. And if the moon mission fails or the Russians get there first, NASA will lose all of its funding. Not only that but those in control and power will lose their jobs and be the butt of all kind of NASA jokes. The big wigs at NASA have a secret meeting held behind those big doors where they keep the rocket ships, and formulate the biggest hoax of the 20th Century. They will fake the lunar landing!!!!

Hundreds if not thousands of NASA employees are sworn to silence and pledge a secret oath, and are given a clandestine handshake, which is not unlike the one that the Freemasons utilize to this very day. NASA then hires Steven Spielberg to construct a humongous live TV and sound stage and John Lucas to create perfect 1/10 scale exact replica of the Apollo lunar Lander.

All is going to plan when one day in the summer of ‘62, there was a security leak. Most people are not aware of this but Timothy Leary was a rouge freelance under cover agent working for the CIA. All that stuff about smoking pot, taking drugs, LSD, and “dropping out” was all just a front so he could move freely about the country without being noticed. Granted this lifestyle did bring a lot of attention to him and so technically speaking it wasn’t a very good cover, but on the other hand I bet you didn’t know he was a secret agent! Anyways, Tim uncovers the plot and not knowing who to trust decided to contact JFK. But how? How could he contact the P of the US without bring attention to himself?

Marilyn! Yes indeed, Marilyn Monroe was an old college classmate of Tim’s, way back when they both went to Harvard together. (And you thought that she was just this big busted, blond, bimbo!) Marilyn arranges for JFK to spend the night at her house for a slumber party, which she had done on more than one occasion. Even though JFK was married to Jackie O at the time (Yes that was her real name even then; she legally changed it years later when she married that old Greek guy with all the boats) Some would say that if JFK had Jackie O why brother with Marilyn? I’ll put it to you this way, if you had your choice between Marilyn and Jackie O which would you pick? Duh, it’s a no brainier! I think even you women would agree with me on this one, eh?

Marilyn tells JFK of NASA scheme and he is mad, I mean really pissed. The world will not see such anger again until years later when a line judge calls one of John MacEnroe serves “long” at the French open! He runs outside, looks for his limo, which is nowhere to be seen, hails a cab, and goes back to the Whitehouse and tells his brother Bobby of NASA’s skullduggery (another cool word that not used much nowadays) Years later, at the bottom of page 1,859,956 of the Warren Commission report, there is a small footnote with a statement from the Limo driver: “At the time I was eating a glazed doughnut and drinking a cup of coffee over at the Dunk’n Doughnut.” It goes on the say that the Limo driver, who was an ex-postal worker, was fired and swore to someday get revenge. It also states that the very next day he was hired by a mysterious “Dr. “T “ who lived in Huston Texas, as his personal Limo driver and a short time later was rehired by the secret service to be JFK limo driver again! This is true stuff; I’m not making this up as I go along.

Meanwhile, Tim had OD’ed (not too sure on the spelling on that one) on some bad mushrooms he had acquired from an Australian Northern outback tribe of aborigines and lets it slip out, to a night time janitor who worked cleaning up toxic waste over at Cape Canaveral, that he was the one who told Marilyn. The night watchman was in reality NASA’s minister of internal affairs and promptly calls Dr. “T”. Dr. “T” doesn’t panic, but calmly sends a “in house” memo to the Jet Propulsion Lab (JPL) over in California and two days later Marilyn is found dead, supposedly by a over dose of sleeping pills. Only everybody knows that Marilyn, even on her best days, was barely conscious, so why would she need to take sleeping pills! Dr. “T” decides that Tim is not really a threat as nobody took him seriously anyhow and lets him go. There are two things to note here. The first being that after JFK death, NASA changes the name of Cape Canaveral ironically to Cape Kennedy, and the second being that after the death of Tim, his ashes are sent into earth orbit, not by NASA but rather one of the European countries! I think this was Tim’s way of saying to NASA, “Up yours”

JFK is steaming mad now, not only has Dr. “T” betrayed him, but more importantly, no more “overnighters” with Marilyn. JFK calls Dr. “T “and threatens to cut off all funding to NASA. More meetings with all the big wigs at NASA behind those big closed doors, “in house” memo are flying all over the place and this is well before the Internet so you can imagine all the paper work. The die was cast, JFK had to go.

NASA had it all planed out with help of an IBM “Mainframe” computer, being as they were the only ones that could afford an IBM “Mainframe” Computer with 56k of memory at that time. But there was one small hitch in the plan; they needed a “Patsy”, someone to take the fall. Help would come unexpectedly from of all people, the Illuminati. For purposes only known to the Illuminati, they wanted to have an idiot in control of the Nation so they had ran a campaign to put Lyndon Johnson in the Whitehouse, and would have done it, except they hadn’t allowed for JFK’s daddy getting the Mafia and Teamsters vote in New Jersey. It was a rare miscalculation, as they thought they had the Teamsters vote, especially after the “Jimmy Hoffa” incident. The Illuminati arranged for a meeting between NASA the Johnson. The exact details are still not completely known, but it’s safe to say that after the meeting between NASA and the VP: JFK would soon RIP.

Johnson had an “in” with the FBI due to his on again, off again love affair with J. Edgar Hover (no pun intended). Most of the time they got along just fine, but occasionally Johnson wanted to wear the dress and this upset Hover to no end. It was at one of these illicit meetings that Johnson was able to pump Hover for information (no pun intended) The FBI had under surveillance a Russian spy who was posing as the wife of an American defector, an ex-marine, Lee Harvey Oswald.

Marie Oswald was none other than that infamous Russian double agent Vladimir Pachinko himself! He had just return from Vietnam where he was only known by his top-secret code name, “Agent Orange.” How he managed to live with Oswald for all those years and produce a baby daughter is still a mystery. Vladimir will go down in the history of spying as one of the greatest of all time, way better than that James Bond guy. The FBI only had to threaten Vladimir with exportation back to Russia, which meant going back to his old job as a dental hygienist to get him to roll over on Oswald. (Again, no pun intended!)

“Maria” knowing that Oswald was extremely jealous and violent kind of guy convinced Oswald that JFK was trying to have an affair with her and use his power and influence as the P of the US to get Oswald fired from his job as the “assistance book stacker upper” at the Dallas book depository. It was “Maria” who gave Oswald the gun with the miss aligned sight, and it was “Maria” who took the famous picture of Oswald standing there with the gun in one hand that and a copy of the National Enquire in the other!

The stage was set, now all NASA had to do was lure JFK down to Huston. Knowing that JFK was the youngest P in US history and a “Hip” kind of guy they let it be known that one of the girl singers from the “Mama’s and Papa’s” wanted to “do” the P of the US. This was more than enough for JFK to have the secret service fuel up Air Force One, dust the ice off the wings, kick the tires and off he went. Only problem was when he arrived in Huston, it was Mama Cass waiting for him. JFK took one look and said “Sorry Mama, but no fat chicks!” Which by the way is where they got the inspiration for that bumper sticker.

Dr. “T” realizing their mistake tells JFK that the skinny good looking one is in Dallas. JFK figures that he came this far and wasted so much time, it couldn’t hurt to check it out so off he goes again. It’s this kind of dedication that JFK will be remembered as one of the greatest presidents of all time.

When Air Force One arrived in Dallas and JFK deplaned, and picked up his luggage at carousel 14 “B” He was very surprised to see Johnson, Jackie O, and the Governor of Texas already there. Johnson, it seems, figured that JFK would have been “rubbed out” (they didn’t say “wasted” back in those days) by now and was planning to have his victory parade down Main Street. So Johnson, being only half as dumb as he looked, quickly says “Why Mr. President, your just in time for your parade” And JFK, being only half as smart as he looked, says “Ok, Gov you take the front seat and me and the little lady here will hop in the back.”

The Limo driver turns towards JFK and says, “Remember me Mr. P?” JFK looks at him and with tears in his eyes from years of guilt replies, “No not really.”

I know what you’re thinking. The Limo driver! But no, he had no clue as to what was going on that fateful day and it was just pure chance that “Dr. “T” hired him and it was just the luck of the draw that it was his turn to drive the Limo. He was just a wimpy, cowardous (I just made that word up) guy who could no more shoot the P of the US than oh, say John Hinkley Jr.

NASA knew that the odds of Oswald actually shooting the P of the US would be marginal; especially with a rife with its gun sight so far off that he would be lucky to hit broad side of a farm storage place. So they had three “wantabee” astronauts located at strategic positions as a back up plan, two on the grassy knoll, and one across the street who had a gun that looked like an umbrella. Together with Oswald up in the book depository, they will have the Limo and JFK, caught in a crossfire.

Oswald has JFK clearly in his misaligned gun sight, and he pulls the trigger. Blamn! He misses JFK completely and the bullet ricochets off the curb next to an innocent by stander. Blamn! This time he is a little closer and hits the back of the Limo. The wantabee astronaut on the grassy knoll knows it now or never, if he wants a shot at going to the moon some day he must pull the trigger now! Oswald closes his eyes, takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, and slowly squeezes the trigger. BLAMN! Both shots ring out simultaneously. Oswald shoot, by pure accident, actually hits the Governor of Texas and the astronauts’ bullet strikes JFK in the front of the head. The Limo driver looks back and yells, “Damn, not again” and steps on the gas, The Limo accelerates so fast it almost throws Jackie O off the back of the trunk.

You’ve all seen the film. There is no doubt that the fatal shoot that hit JFK came from the front and to the right. Any fool can see that.

NASA’s plan was to have Oswald arrested and shot before he can leave the building, but instead of running down the stairs in a panic Oswald calmly takes the elevator down and walks out the front door. They hadn’t counted on that. Oswald then takes the bus back to his house and enters the front door only to find that “Maria” has all her bags packed and ready to go. He goes into the bathroom and sees “Maria” for the first time naked in the shower. Oh, my god, “Maria” has a…a…Lot more hair than he thought. Oswald grabs a handgun from the nightstand by the bed and walks out of the house and down the street to a movie theater. But along the way Officer Tippet stops him for no apparent reason. There is an exchange of words and telephone numbers and Oswald sensing something is not kosher in Denmark, pulls out his gun, and shoots Officer Tippet. Oswald then continues on to the theater where he buys a ticket, a tub of buttered popcorn, Reses Pieces, a Tab and finds a seat in the dark. The Dallas Police who have no clue as to “who done it,” receive an anonymous phone call stating that there is a man acting suspicious in the movie theater, so they send out a SWAT team to check it out. Oswald is arrested and brought back to the Police Head Quarters where he is interrogated for over three hours about the assassination of JFK, and nobody records or writes down any note!

NASA hadn’t planned on this either; they wanted Oswald dead and not talking. Dr. “T” contacts his friend over at the CIA, Edgar Cayce. No only was Cayce the Director of the CIA but a gifted Psychic as well. His psychic readings on “Atlantis” are the “textbooks” in leading universities around the world, but mostly in the Midwest. Edgar frequented a bar and strip joint in Dallas owned by Jack Ruby. Ruby was into Edgar for a lot of money. Not only for the “psychic readings” Edgar provided, but for back payments on “protection” money. Since the Senate cut the CIA’s budget, mainly due to the fact that the CIA found out about all the Senators illegal travel expenditures to Las Vegas and Atlantic City, most if not all of the CIA’s funding for covert operations came from “protection” money. Edgar gives Ruby a handgun with the serial numbers scratched off so it couldn’t be traced back to the CIA, and instructions on how to gain entry into the closely guarded police station, and tells him not to shoot Oswald until there were plenty of reporters and TV cameras around. In an exclusive interview with Barbara Walters three months after the shooting it was revealed for the first time on National Television exactly how Edgar had instructed Ruby to gain entrance to the closely police station; “Use the back door!”

Ruby walks right up to Oswald, points the handgun at him and Blamn! You all have seen the tape, but did you notice the expression on Oswald’s face right before Ruby pulled the trigger? It was like, “Hey, Hi Jack long time no see, how’s the wife and kids…”

JFK body lay on table at Dallas Memorial Hospital and the pre-med Students doing the Autopsy have a problem. The FBI has told them that a single bullet killed the P and it was fired from behind and from the left. And this single bullet had passed through JFK shoulder, then his head and exited out though his lower abdomen, gone though the front seat, hit the Governor of Texas in the back, exited though his left leg and then traveled back though time and space and killed Abraham Lincoln, John Lennon, Leon Trotsky, and quite possible Julius Caesar! This later became know as the “Single bullet theory.” This all seemed plausible to the pre-med Students, who had just finished their 286 hour intern shift. But by this time they had already removed JFK brain, as they thought it was a piece of undigested cauliflower that the P had eaten aboard Air Force One on the flight between Huston and Dallas, and sealed it in a Zip lock freezer bag and handed it to a complete stranger who just happened to be in the operations room at the time.

JFK body was FedEx back to Washington. They had another parade for him, with live TV coverage, only this time no Limo, but with lots of horses. You may recall the touching scene when the casket passed by Jackie O and little John, John, and little John, John stood tall and straight and proudly raised his little hand as if to salute, but instead stuck his finger in his eye! JFK’s body’s was then brought its final resting place at the Arlington Nation Cemetery, where it was placed in a large vault. The eternal flame was lit, and everybody wiped the tears from their eyes…and then changed the channel to catch the 4th quarter of the “Super bowl”

Johnson is no longer the VP and is now the P and has to cover is ass, so Johnson appoints Chief Justice Earl Warren to head a special committee to investigate the JFK assignation. Johnson had recently met an unknown Senator for Nebraska by the name of Gerald Ford, and upon shaking his hand, immediately appoints him to the committee! Johnson is secure in the knowledge that with Gerald Ford, a Freemason, on the committee there is no hope of the truth ever coming out. These reports, which will become know as the Warren Report, consisted of 3,846 volumes and contain over 14 billion pages. If you take away all the conflicting testimony, and disregard all eyewitness reports, and remove all the references to a conspiracy, the entire Warren report is left with only these few words! “Blame it on that Oswald guy”

Case closed!

If you think that these things could only have happen in the past and NASA couldn’t get away with it now, think again. How much does it cost to build a space station and put it into orbit? Billions you say? Hardly, the actual cost of building and putting a manned space station in orbit is only $768,945.99! All the rest is spent on “upper management” salaries, stock options, and retirement pensions. Enron and Halliburton are a joke compared to NASA. There are, in fact, three space stations in orbit at the present time, and five more are planned for next year alone. This may come as a surprise to some of you, but it’s a known fact that Space Station #3 is home to the King of Rock ‘N Roll, Elvis Aaron Presley! Elvis may have left the building and the earth for that matter, but he’s still lives, and he’s not alone if you catch my drift, no Sir, Princes Di is up there with him. They are in a NASA controlled breeding experiment to repopulate the world with good-looking people who can carry a tune and wriggle their hips just as good as black people. Even though “Empty Space” may be weightless, Elvis is not; he has managed to put on a few pounds and is so big now that even if he were to return to earth the prospect of him being able to walk let alone stand is pretty slim. The first six “Kids” were to be brought back to earth on the space shuttle Columbia, where they were to be placed in foster homes located in Hawaii, close to where they filmed, arguably Elvis’s best movie, Blue Hawaii, only that Israeli Astronaut, purely by accident, recognized Elvis. It was only by dumb luck that the Israeli astronaut was a big Elvis fan and before becoming an astronaut use to be an Elvis impersonator in Atlantic City. So once again NASA had no choice! Loose Tiles my ass, the odds of a tile coming off the left wing of the shuttle is about the same as me getting hit on the head by a coconut!

Now that the cat is out of the bag, so to speak, I fear for my safety. If NASA could get to JFK and all the rest, finding me is no big deal, it wouldn’t take them long to find out that my name is Lenny Oberg and I live in Palau, and my Phone number is (680) 488-8480 and my email address is lennyoberg@hotmail.com. And no, there is no relationship between me and that retired NASA scientist guy, James Oberg who goes around debunking the “true believers.” I heard him once on the Art Bell show late one night, trying to disprove that intelligent beings from another dimension had constructed the “Face” in the now dried upped “Ocean of Tranquility” on Mars, can you believe it? Everyone knows the super intelligent being from another dimension constructed it using the same technology that the ancient Egyptians used when they built the Great pyramid. There is so much evidence, books, and articles about it, its old news. Hell, it so old news that it’s on the 5th page on the National Enquirer. All I can say to him is “Get a life” the big money is in writing books, and distorting names, times, places, and events. Some “rocket scientist” this guy, it’s a good think he doesn’t try and debate me some night on the Art Bell show.

I do however, know for a fact that NASA is monitoring my emails and following my every move via a stationary earth satellite. I know what you are thinking, “If it’s a stationary earth satellite how could it be following you around?” Alien Technology my friend. What? You’ve never heard of “Area 51” and I suppose you think those “lights” in the sky over New Mexico with just flares floating down by parachutes during a nearby military exercise, and what about that guy who was walking down the road all by himself late one night just out side of Las Vegas, when he was “taken aboard” one of those UFO’s and repeatedly “probed” you know where! Think about it….

I have spent minutes, if not tens of minutes doing research and gathering information on this subject, and yes I consider myself to be one of the worlds leading experts on…all that stuff I was talking about earlier. So before you send me emails of protest, please check out your facts so you don’t wasted my time, which is precious, waits for no man, and is of the essence I might add.

Thank you,

William Shakespeare

That’s not my real name, just my alias so NASA doesn’t find out who wrote this.

Oh, I almost forgot! What’s that thing that they put at the end of a book or a movie? You know, where it tells you what happened to all the people involved. Oh, I remember now, it’s called “The epilepsy.”

The epilepsy

The Kennedy’s:

JFK: JFK’s body has been keep “alive” on a life support system inside his vault over at Arlington Nation Cemetery. The plan is to reunite it with his brain, if and when they ever find it. You will know when JFK is again walking amongst us; they will extinguish the Eternal flame, as that is the secret sign. Only problem is he will be walking around not unlike one of those people in the movie “Night of the living dead!”

Bobby: Rosy Greer shot Bobby a few years later at the Republican Headquarters in Los Angeles. Greer as you may recall, was the first black quarterback in the NFL. He played football for the Rams. That’s the Los Angeles Rams and not the St. Louis Rams.

Teddy: Teddy tried to distance himself from the other Kennedy’s, mainly by putting on 220 extra pounds. He wanted to be President and he almost succeeded, had he not broken off the engagement to Elaine Bobbit, who was the only daughter of the Grand Wizard of the Freemasons, New England Chapter, and started dating that Mary Jo Kopechne girl, he would have made it. The Illuminati fixed his wagon that night on the Chappaquiddick Bridge.

Lyndon Johnson: Johnson, along with Robert MacNamara, plunged the US deeper into war with Vietnam. Wasting trillions of dollars that could have been better spent on developing SUV’s with better gas mileage. He narrowly escaped being prosecuted by the ASPCA when he pulled the ears off his Hound dog right in front of the leaders of the NAACP on the Whitehouse lawn.

Lee Harvey Oswald: Believe it or not, they dug up Oswald’s body a few years back. There was a rumor going around that it wasn’t Oswald, but a Russian spy. This turned out to be true. Oswald survived Ruby’s assault that day in Dallas, and in the early 80’s moved to the Midwest, Oklahoma I believe. There he teamed up with some other militants, and changed his name to Timothy McVay.

Dr. ”T”: Dr. “T” started wearing gold necklace’s and changed his name to Mr. “T” and in the early 70’s was the co-star in a astonishing hit TV show called the “A” Team” The show was cancelled a few years later to make room for reruns of Mr. “Ed.” He’s not been heard from since.

Julius Caesar: Shakespeare had it all wrong, his last words were; Et tu Oswald?”

J. Edgar Hover: Hover continued wearing ladies dresses well into the 70’s He committed suicide shortly after the return of the mini skirt. In the suicide note found along side his Thigh Master, he stated that he had to do it because his legs were rather short and his ankles were way to fat, and he just didn’t look good anymore.

Vladimir Pachinko: Vladimir indeed had his bags packed and headed out West until finally stopping in Hollywood. In spite of having a mediocre singing voice and absolutely no acting ability, he was able to make it big. And thanks to liposuction and an industrial strength bikini wax job, you can see him lip-syncing one of his hit singles 23 out of 24 hours on MTV. That’s right; Vladimir Pachinko is none other than Brittany Spears!

Marilyn Monroe: Good old Marilyn awoke the just hours before her funeral. She can be seen most every night in Atlantic City as a slightly over weight Marilyn Monroe impersonator. Things are slowing down a little however, as she has to share the limelight with 7 Israeli, 3 Pakistani, and 2 Jamaican Elvis impersonators, and the younger generation just doesn’t know who she is or cares for that matter.

Timothy Leary: Tim is still dead and his ashes are still floating around in his tiny space capsule. The sad part is, if he would have listened to his friends Walt Disney and Ted Williams, and had his body “frozen” they world been thawing him out later this year. Oh well, better luck next time around, eh Tim.

Jackie O: Like I mentioned earlier. Jackie O went on to marry that Greek guy with all the boats. After Zorba died in ‘83 she returned to Washington, and became a tour guide at the Whitehouse. She died peacefully in her sleep a few years ago. Her two children were at her bedside when she passed over. Her last words were, “Carolyn, how come after all these years nobody’s ever heard of you?” and finally turning to her son “ John, John, I don’t think it’s a good ideal for you to start taking flying lessons.”

Elvis and Princes Di: The King and Princes Di are still orbiting the earth in Space Station #3, spitting out kids like there’s no tomorrow. I just found out that help is on the way. They are soon to be joined by Duke Ellington, Princes Grace of Monaco, Freddie Prince, and the late Queen mother of England. The Queen mother will probably not be that productive, as there are only about 5 or 6 years of fertility left in the old bag.

Jack Ruby: Alas, poor Jack, after being of no more use to the CIA, died of a rare form of cancer of the uterus. 4th year Medical students up in Canada are still studying his body in hopes of finding a cure.

Edgar Cayce: Edgar died in ‘69 in a freak SCUBA diving accident just 5 miles south of the Hypotenuse of the “Bermuda Triangle.” It seems that the man, who could see so far into the future, didn’t remember to turn his SCUBA tank on. You think he could have seen that coming!

Barbara Walters: For her Jack Ruby interview Barbara received an Academy Award nomination in ‘63 for “Stupidest questions ever asked by an interviewer” She lost to Geraldo Rivera. She did go on however to win years later for her OJ Simpson interview with this unforgettable question. “So if it wasn’t you, who do you think done it?”

Three wantabee astronauts: I won’t mention any names, but these three, having second thoughts about their involvement, were going to turn themselves in. And we all know what happened to them. Houston we have a problem.” Enough said!

Jimmy Hoffa: As far as anyone knows Jimmy is still wearing those cement slippers and is standing at the bottom of Niagara Falls. Once or twice a year, a Japanese sightseer will get a picture of him on one of those new digital cameras. Until they get them up to 15 or 20 Mega pixels the quality will never be that good and cannot be considered final proof.

James Oberg: James is a world renowned Author. His most recent Books are; “Alien Technology for dummies,” “How to use the power on the pyramids for fun and profit,” And his run away best seller, Lonely planets, “Top 10 vacation designations for “Out of Body” travelers!” which of course is the sequel to last years best seller “Top 10 hot chicks you can check out while “remote viewing!” Barbara Walters was #7 on the list incidentally.

Fidel Castro: Good old Fidel has out lasted 12 presidents and is still going strong. America’s policy of Cuban isolation appears to be making some headway though. Those in the know, say that he will finally cave in at the latter part of the 22nd century.

Rosy Greer: Rosy Greer is still doing time for the murder of Bobby Kennedy. He turned down a deal for an early release if he would testify for the State in the OJ Simpson trail. Some people say that’s real loyalty, but most say he’s just plane dumb, having taken a few more “hits” than he gave out while playing for the Los Angeles Rams!

John Hinkley Jr: Since he only wounded President Reagan (The 40th P of the US) he was admitted to the hospital for the “Dumb and Stupid”. Had he actually killed him, they would have put him in the hospital for the “Smart and Intelligent” He does get the weekends off, and along with his girlfriend Jody Foster, are frequently featured on the front page of the National Enquirer.

The Limo driver: After the JFK assassination, he was again without a job and went flew across the “Big Pond” to England. Unable to secure a job there he took the ferry across the channel to France where he found work as a part time Limo driver for John MacEnroe, and later for Princes Di.

Gerald Ford: For his reward for being a loyal Freemason, Gerald Ford went on to become the 48th P of the US!

Steven Spielberg and John Lucas: Both have gone on to be very successful Hollywood filmmakers, and are making a fortune doing special guest appearances in other peoples movies.

The Rockefellers: I bet you thought I forgot about them? John D. Rockefeller Jr. is, as prophesized in the book of Revelation is the Antichrist! Unfortunately he had all his money invested in Enron and numerous high-risk, Hi-Tech dot com’s and when the “bubble burst” lost nearly all his capital reserves. Since he can no longer afford to buy “souls” he now spends most of his time commuting between Las Vegas and Atlantic City, hoping to find “lost souls” and is waiting for the “Second coming.” When asked, in a recent interview with Barbara Walters, “How long he expects to wait?” He just sighed and replied, “Till Hell freezes over I suppose.”

The Knights Templar: After the Freemasons split away from them shortly after the crusades in the 12th century, they pretty much faded into myths and legends. Rumor has it that there are some guys trying to resurrect what’s left of the secret origination somewhere in Southeast Asia.

The Freemasons: They are still up and running strong and have recently taken over many of the international Rotary clubs. Nobody seems to notice them any more and that’s just the way they want it.

The illuminati: Nothing changed here, they still run the world. They are into Oil, Prescription Drugs, Cable TV, and international arms trade. They own AOL, Time Warner, CBS, NBC, Fox Network, and Dunk’n Doughnuts. Last year they bought controlling interest in Sesame Street. If I were you, I would tell your kids not to get too attached to Barney!

Vietnam: Vietnam has become a favorite tourist attraction, especially for old German pedophiles. This remarkable growth can be traced back to just after the fall of Saigon, when 13 American MIA’s took control of the Government. Rumor has it that their success is due largely to the fact that they are all members of the “Knights Templar”

NASA: NASA went on, of course, to pull off the biggest Hoax of the 20th century and has just received another gazillion dollars for a manned mission to Mars; only catch is they have to do it before the end of the decade…

Lenny Oberg: As for me, all I can say is, I just found two coconut tress, with lots of overly ripen coconuts on them, out back behind the house. I am heading over to the discount Chinese Plastic store to get me one of them new plastic Hammocks and with a little luck I should have it strung up between them (the coconut trees) in a couple of days. Wee doggies, I can’t wait to stretch out and feel that warm tropical Southwest breeze…

PS anyone want to know the truth about area 51? Stay turned…

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