Skip to comments.The secrets and lies that a Cold-War warrior took to his grave
Posted on 04/20/2007 1:47:35 PM PDT by Condor 63
When the old spymaster thought he was dying, his eldest son came to visit him at his home in Miami. The scourges had been constant and terrible recently: lupus, pneumonia, cancers of the jaw and prostate, gangrene, the amputation of his left leg. Long past were his years of heroic service to his country.
In the CIA, he had helped to mastermind the violent removal of a duly elected leftist president in Guatemala and assisted in subterfuges that led to the murder of Che Guevara. But no longer could you see in him the suave, pipe-smoking, cocktail-party-loving clandestine operative whose cold-war exploits he himself had, almost obsessively, turned into novels. Diminished too were the old bad memories, of the Bay of Pigs debacle that derailed his CIA career for good, of the Watergate hotel fiasco, of his first wifes death, of 33 months in US prisons. But his first-born son he named him St John; Saint, for short was by his side now. And he still had a story or two left to share before it was all over.
For years, he and Saint had hardly spoken. Then Saint came to him wanting to know if he had any information about JFKs assassination. His father had sworn in two government investigations that he didnt. But now, in August 2003, propped up in his sick bed, he began to write down the names of men who participated in a plot to kill the president. He had lied during those two federal investigations. He knew something after all. He told Saint about his own involvement, too. It was explosive stuff, with the potential to reconfigure the JFK-assassination-theory landscape. And then Hunt got better and went on to live for four more years.
(Excerpt) Read more at timesonline.co.uk ...
“LBJ had the connections to lure JFK down to Dallas. As a Freemason, he secured the cover-up by packing the Warren Commission full of fellow masons” — The laugh line at last! Kinda glad I waded through this for the yuck at the end.
[Thats a complete lie, Saint says, almost shouting. Im the one who helped him (Howard Hunt) that night. Me! And hes robbing me of it. Why?]
Probably because it never happened like the whole rest of the fairy tale he weaves.
Not this again. This same crap was just being peddled in Rolling Stone magazine:
And first in the Miami alternative paper.
Bay of Pigs - 1961.
Che's "murder" - 1967.
Why was he working for the CIA in 1967 if his career was derailed in 1961?
Hey, this looks tasty, and GGG pingworthy, under “Thoroughly Modern Miscellany”. :’)
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The CIA's top-secret time machine...OOPS!
Me and my big mouth!
...now I have to go report for double-secret probation!