What are you listening to right now?

by **IanEye** » Thu Jan 20, 2011 3:36 pm

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don't be afraid to go to hell and back

don't be afraid to be afraid

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by **IanEye** » Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:52 pm

http://rigorousintuition.ca/board2/viewtopic.php?p=353982#p353982

IanEye wrote:
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The CIA is defined by assassination. After Frank Olson died at the hands of the CIA, no one expressed contrition or moral concern.
On the contrary, they didn't even want to give each other slaps on the wrists for fear it would hinder 'the spirit of initiative and enthusiasm so necessary in our work.' - John Kelly

1+4+0+8=13

...it's all over now

Olin - Enslin
Olson

 we've only just begun...

1+4+0+8=13
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"Mrs. Olson?"

It was described by people later as a military ambush. And for the reasons as this: These many people were slaughtered; nobody heard a sound; there were dogs on the grounds that didn't say boo; there was a caretaker in a guest cottage who didn't hear one gun go off, and guns went off; they didn't hear any screaming; nobody saw a getaway car; the place was completely destroyed; there was time to put hoods over the people, ropes on their neck, leave signs and symbols that would come down on a particular group of our society—two groups—and split. And no, not a dog was killed or barked. The fellow that lives on the grounds said he slept through it. And they shimmied up the telephone poles, cut the wires, left all this obvious evidence, and split. And the way the wires and the lines were cut I felt that it had to be a military type ambush.

The total effect was to appear, or wanted to appear, that if they didn't catch the murderers of these people they would come down on the blacks—that was their hope.

It's very interesting in my research on the assassinations that the very first man to publish an article on the Sharon Tate murder in my collection of the murders, before they had a suspect—the murders were in August, and they found the suspects in December—was a man named Ed Butler. In October '69 he wrote an article. The man who publishes the newspaper that he writes for is Patrick Frawley of Schick Razor and Technicolor, who is one of the third largest supporters of Richard Nixon—a far right-wing person. And he hires Ed Butler to write articles for him. Ed is an agent provaceteur who worked with Lee Harvey Oswald in New Orleans. When Oswald had the cover story that he was a communist, Ed Butler made a record for him. [This was] when Oswald said he was a member of the Fair Play for Cuba [Committee]. And he was the only member of the New Orleans area, and Ed Butler knew it. Ed Butler worked with Lee Harvey Oswald, so it's interesting that in 1969 the first person who has an opinion on who murdered these seven people would be Ed Butler; In my collection of articles we have Ed Butler. Now, what is this article called? It says Did Hate Kill Tate? And he goes into the fact that the Black Panthers are tied into the communists, and the evidence is that the Panthers killed these people; they came into middle class America and spread terror.

First, the news media should define the word hippie. Because the hippies that I knew from '67 to '69 didn't mean a military operation in any sense of the word, nor in anybody else's mind in the world. Nor did it to the Rand Corporation, or the President of the United States, or John Mitchell. Hippie did not mean military; it was anti-military; it was anti-war; it was the let's get it together generation.

So when they found the real killer and he has this beard and guitar, we just can't call him an ex-convict. They have to call it a military-style commune. We must have military-style communes in Vietnam if a commune is where people all live together and you are military; it's a military commune. It certainly isn't a hippie commune, but they have to make it a hippie thing. - Mae Brussell

"More coffee, Warden?"

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Windows

by Fred Marchant

This is the window of the leapt,
oldest of all.
The dream of flight,
a quiver of desire at the edge,
the heart like a match struck.

And this, the window of the fallen,
easiest to open.
The embarrassment
of accident, a wedding ring
down the dark, mistaken drain.

This is the window of the pushed,
The didn’t-know-what-hit-him
as he dropped,
the feathery nudge of the nation,
its high court of necessity.

And this, the window of the overheard,
the aftermath in the telephone:
“Well, he's gone,”
says one end of the wire to the other,
which replies, “That's too bad.”

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