The rest of the story

On the day President Kennedy was murdered, I was having lunch at a friend’s house in Merced, California. I was in the Air Force, and I was 19 years old.

JFK was very popular, of course, and I held a high opinion of him in spite of his being the cause of the demise of men’s hats in American society. Like all in my family, I was a Democrat though I still had never voted. At this point, I will reveal a secret:

I never voted until I was 40 years old.

In subsequent decades, my high opinion of him subsided a bit as I learned more about him, but he still seemed like a favorable chap and a reasonably good president. That has changed.

I just finished a book by the award-winning journalist Seymour Hersh, The Dark Side of Camelot which was published in 1997. How I had never read this book or even heard of it surprises me, but in the late 1990s I was dealing with divorce and related distractions.

Kennedy was a half-assed president at best and a whoremonger of epic proportions. Oh, we’ve all heard that he had a thing with Marilyn Monroe, but she was just one of an ongoing parade of women, many of whom were prostitutes, who visited the White House on a regular basis to cavort naked with Jack and his pals in the White House pool while beleaguered wife Jackie was out of town.

Let’s step back to his 1960 election, which was almost certainly stolen from Richard Nixon. I had previously thought last year’s election fraud was the first in a presidential contest since Andrew Jackson’s initial victory was stolen two centuries ago, but I was wrong.

In key states, Kennedy’s crew enlisted the Mafia and other seamy sorts to rig results. And that was hardly the end of Kennedy’s doings with the Mafia, which was enlisted to assist in JFK’s ongoing campaign to murder Fidel Castro after the Bay of Pigs fiasco.

In all of his doings, JFK sought the aid of his brother Bobby, a Svengali who was attorney general and likely a nastier character than Jack himself.

JFK was trying to have Castro murdered till that bloody day in Dallas. It was an obsession.

After the mob helped JFK get elected, Bobby, as attorney general, inexplicably went after organized crime in a hard way, which leads us to the assassination of Jack — and Bobby four years later. Whodunnit? Lots of suspicion has been directed at either Castro or the Mafia.

I vote for the Mafia for two reasons. Jack Ruby, who had mob connections, killed Lee Harvey Oswald. And Castro would have had little reason to knock off Bobby too, but the mob did. No way in the world did Oswald act on his own.

And how did the Kennedys get filthy rich in the first place? It came from daddy Joe who earned it via all manner of dishonest shenanigans, including bootlegging early in the 20th century.

Now I know the rest of the story. Maybe you do too. Excellent book. I recommend it.

The Kennedys were, of course, Democrats.

Cuba gets internet!

serveimageOH, SURE, internet has been available in Cuba for a spell for certain hotshots, but now regular Cubans will be eligible to surf the web.

Of course, the cost will be high and the connection speed will be dicey but, hey, that’s better than nothing, right?

I learned about this development from a story on the PanAm Post. Some readers will recall that we went to Cuba in 2012 for our 10th anniversary. I wrote a two-parter here that I later combined on its own website, redhellhole.

Inch by inch, Cuba is coming out of its cave, the grim time that began with the success of the Castroite Revolution that guaranteed a low standard of living for everyone. Well, except for the Castro boys and their cronies. They’re filthy rich.

To this day you run into plenty of clueless individuals who hold Cuban communism in high regard. Few, if any, of them choose to live in Cuba, of course.

Blue = red

This is no joke. Equal sign. Get it?

WHAT A coincidence! It was just a few days ago that I wrote about Equality People, a term I invented. I’ve even placed a definition in the right-side column here for your convenience.

And now I’ve discovered they actually have a flag. That’s it above, and it’s no joke. This has apparently replaced the EP’s old flag, the red one with the hammer and sickle.

This is a logical development because their old flag has become laden with baggage over the decades, what with Stalin, Mao and Fidel.

And millions murdered.

Time for a fresh flag.

Makes sense they would dump red, that now being the color of conservative states where live hillbillies, rednecks, Nazis, Pentecostals and people who wed their cousins.

Blue is soothing, and it seems to be the default color online for websites and whatnot.

They want you to be soothed. Snoring is even better.

Karl Marx must be smiling.

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(Note: Here’s the Thursday news story that alerted me to the new socialist banner. Who knew?)

Two birds, one stone

upstairs

FIRST BIRD:

This lovely photo of the upstairs terraza was taken years ago, but don’t be fooled. It’s the worst spot of the house.

Doing a 180, and taking another shot, you get this below, which was taken within the last year.

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The chairs are the same, but the table now lives on the balcony of our downtown Casita, and the umbrella rotted from blazing sun and scorching heat.

For years I had a hammock under the roof tile, which covers a small percentage of the overall terraza, but in time I found myself rarely using it, so I gave it away.

Nowadays nobody goes out there much. No plant survives there except for cacti. Due to the floor being too level, a pond lives out there, ignoring the drain holes, covering about a fifth of the area, through the five rainy months.

A few years ago, a big section of the ceramic floor buckled from the heat and sun, and had to be replaced.

The spot should have been planned better during the construction, but it wasn’t. A darn shame. Mistakes happen when you’re too cheap to hire an architect.

SECOND BIRD:

new-imageCan’t let a post slip by without a political element, at least not these glorious days.

Fidel Castro died. This may be the best month in decades. First, Donald Trump wins. Then Castro dies. Some are suggesting a connection, but I doubt it.

I was saddened, but not surprised, to see Mexican President Enrique Peña Nieto expressing sorrow for the pendejo’s overdue death. I voted for Peña Nieto.

But even more appalling is the reaction of Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau who described Fidel as a “remarkable leader” and “legendary revolutionary.”

You cannot argue with either of those descriptions, but Trudeau meant them positively, not negatively.

Trudeau is a world-class ignoramus, and Canadians must be so proud. I guess he’s never been in Cuba, and if he has, he got the standard whitewash tour delivered by despots.

I have been in Cuba. A snarky hats-off to the Canuck nincompoop PM for inspiring me to link to this.

Let’s take both these birds and flip them toward Prime Minister Trudeau, using two hands.