concerning the assassination of john f. kennedy

Greenfield 7 Robert L. Greenfield concerning the assassination of John f. kennedy It was a warm day in Los Angeles, California. The sun was predictably hot. The pupils in the school were, as usual, dumb. The traffic on the freeways was normal, insane & inevitable. Fifty percent of all white males under the age of thirty was suffering from unrequited love: the number one killer of white males in the USA. The Beatles were beginning to make waves in the world. The DAR was trying to impeach Earl Warren, chief justice of the Supreme Court, for his protection of individual rights granted by the Constitution of the USA. It was deer-hunting season in Iowa. The National Rifle Association was not on the John Birch Society's list of conscious agents of the Communist Conspiracy. Ten percent of the citizens of earth retained the belief that the earth is flat. Bob Hope was one of them. It was a very warm day in Los Angeles, California. At 11 a.m. PST the temperature was 77 degrees. It was a Friday. Last day of the Protestant work-week. Some time after 1 1 a.m. PST a finger unlocked a bullet from a rifle in Dallas, Texas, which (bullet) travelled through air & smashed into the head of the President of the United States & destroyed his life it never stopped, this bullet never lost its poise after leaving the head of John Kennedy it flew all the way around the globe seven times & came back to rest in Birmingham, Ala. it whizzed like a mad demon to the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles & it has been flying like a bat out of hell ever since—in many directions, it has grown into millions & millions & millions of new heads, new points & peaks & poisonous haunts it has taken over the State Dept, of the USA & it is inside the brains of the joint chiefs of staff & thousands of officers of the US military are being chewed to pieces by its lateral slashings of the flesh of the brain. 8 the minnesota review It always attacks the brain first. Then the poison drops to the heart. Finally, the whole body—after the brain has been slashed to bits & the heart has turned to carrion— finally, the Leviathan itself is eaten & ejected. November 22, 1963, was a warm day in Los Angeles, California. Shortly after 11 a.m. on that day something came through the air & mixed with the sun—something soft & rotten came through the air waves from Dallas, Texas, & stirred poison into the millions. A soft & malicious demon was injected into the mind-blood of the millions. The passive millions swallowed their poison like nice boys & girls. On Friday November 22, 1963,—the American people ate a whole boxcar full of poisonous lead & they ate it raw as the body & blood of their one & only god. For the only true god in the United States of America became the Lord God Bullet. ...