JFK AND THE KILLER CACTUS CLAN

NOVEMBER 22nd, 2015 high noon. JFK died today, at this hour, 52 years ago to the minute, murdered by his own soldiers. Most researchers compare that to a palace coup in the third world where the fascist military deposes a peaceful pres. I'd written everyone, at noon today, pray that they get caught. But life goes on and I went to the market with my raincheck for turkey burger on sale price as cats don't eat bones so why pay for them? Coming back, in the fruit alley, good for mulberries, peaches, figs, I saw a loaded nopal cactus, taller than a house.

Reddish Orange huge eggs of sweetness. I'd promised to send seed to my gardening list. Opuntia is its Latin name, meaning full of sharp points. OH BOY. This is a cactus that can kill anything. Each leaf has spines an inch long; no animal dare be stupid enough to wander into it. Mexicans gather those leaves when they're soft, in Spring, turn them into a delicious salad. NOPALITOS. But by summer each fruit has thousands of torturous spines. My mother always used to describe to me how my grandma Elena used to collect them in the hills around san luis obispo using a newspaper as there were no dishwater gloves back then. She'd get them home and spin them over an open flame, using a fork. Now, I got alot of my grandma in me. That woman was handy. Made her own tamales from scratch, turned the big house into a boarding house for the Big Depression. I can make killer tamales and didn't I let every cat in SO CALIF. Live here free turning my home into a rat free boarding house? And like my granny, I always carry a rake in the car for fruit trees in alleys. So, quickly, I raked down five big guys, bagged them up, went home, lit the stove, spun the fruits on a fork thinking, "it's the hour, the hour he died." And I have to pray now, pray that the clique that killed him --the killer opuntia clan get nailed on a spike just like I'm turning this fruit that looks like a male body part. Searing their tenders over the flame of the inquisition til they talk, confess their heresy, get prosecuted, reveal who told them to do it. Reveal the head of the snake, the Octupus head.

Oh sure, E. Howard Hunt confessed to LBJ's murder plot on his deathbed, COAST TO COAST AM ran the show for months ROLLING STONE's APRIL 2008 issue had text of his tape. But damnit, HOWIE had been a novelist, like l00 mysteries and spy thrillers, not just a Nixon burglar. Maybe dying was making him spin more stories. But he was a made man. He wasn't just a worker in the anti Cuba squad out of Miami U back in the 60's. Not just best boypal to Frank Sturgis the spy sent to penetrate Fidel's Havana who got elected MINISTER OF CASINOS for gawdsakes when he worked for the CIA! What cojones that took! Can you imagine the difficulty getting messages back to Washington when you were MINISTER OF CASINOS?

Spinning all five of the egglike killer fruit on the open gas flame. Cord Meyer, Cabell bros. One EARLE, the general, the other the mayor of Dallas that very day.   http://spartacus-educational.com/JFKindex.htm

Frank Sturgis, who else? Nixon himself? LBJ gave the order to the hired guns working out of the agency

I used a knife to split the skin, unwrapping each like a testicle sliding out of its hairy little soft skin, slipping out onto a dish. I dropped the five little fellows in the blender, added juice of four limes, all it takes is a few sour, bitter LIME activists to make this story flow freely, to write this wretched event up, factually,footnoting the researches of the thousand books on the subject, as to inspire a hue and cry, to fuel a really good enquiry.  WHo is the journactivist to do that?  ARE YOU?  http://www.masterjules.net/journactivist.htm

Whizzed the five fruits once, so as not to break up the opuntia seeds, poured it into a glass. Thought of sugaring it, but I want this drink bitter. Slurp! Well, It wasn't bitter. It was sweet. I toasted the dead president

"JFK"  I thought, "yes you were a rascal,(I’d read Dark Side of Camelot where Seymour Hersh shows your monstrous side, the addiction to Dr. Feelgood’s speed which made you need one or two women a day. And I read The KENNEDYS by DAVID HOROWITZ which spares no detail, even has his randy letters as a 20yr old..--scatological…candid about his own sexuality… but I guess being a sexy rascal isn't necessarily a path to having no compassion for the common man. YourDad ruled you. Ran you by remote control, secret direct line to the Oval office, Line 5 it was called. You dropped everything to go into the private room and take orders from Joe Kennedy. His choices got him locked out in the 40’s and they got you and they got John John too. We need that set of killers written up. Need one young, fire-in the belly researcher. Let him show up. Pray that WE catch those oligarch common-man killers, reveal once and for all, beyond the reaches and lying clutches of history-revisionists and Warren commissions --- who killed a lineage of audacious Princes and then stole our country and left it shrunk and dead, stole our economy, stole the world economy with a few bullets in Dallas, 45 years ago, today.

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THE JFK HIT is covered at this page. The known killers' names are there.