History Was Staged
I should have known in 1986. Something happened to me. I knew the music but not the words.
Shortly before we graduated from high school, a friend and I decided to volunteer at the local office of the Congressman who belonged to our political party. We went to the office after a school day, made our acquaintances and were told to return at a later date.
By the time the day arrived, my friend had extended his post-graduation vacation and I went to the office by myself.
I stepped into the room and made eye contact with a woman, who fainted immediately. There was a glimmer of familiarity in her expression. Other people came to her aid and whisked her away without comment.
Someone else approached me and directed me to a room with several people gathered at a long table. I was seated toward one end of it and offered something to drink, which I accepted.
Others asked me to stuff envelopes. I read the content of what I was stuffing. It had to do with Robert F. Kennedy (RFK), whom the congressman apparently knew, and Sirhan Sirhan, the convicted murderer of Kennedy the very year of my birth. And we happened to be in Los Angeles, where Kennedy had died.
The woman who had fainted made a re-appearance, subdued at the other end of the table. I chatted with the people near me, a woman who kept looking me in the eye, a man who said he hated the Los Angeles Dodgers and another man who kept smiling.
I sensed the situation was strange and decided to keep saying a phrase. I wanted to identify these people at some point in the future and I believed a phrase would cause the kind of facial reaction from them that I got from the fainting woman.
Eventually, they told me it was time for everyone to go. I followed some of the people from the table, including the smiling man, to the parking lot. I told him that catch phrase one more time and he smiled again.
It occurred to me that I knew that I knew something. Something that made people act strangely. Something they wanted kept secret.
I recently wrote my memories of what took place immediately after this incident:
I drove home on the 405 Freeway that Friday afternoon. I ate dinner and subsequently went to bed. I had trouble sleeping. I had thoughts that my whole life had been a lie. That pictures of my family were lies. I envisioned a movie tape getting tangled up.
I wrote out a message "Darwin is correct." My thoughts were on evolution...
I eventually got to sleep. I got up, had breakfast and thought about my day.
I called a friend and told her I needed to tell her everything. She said OK, come on over. I went to her house. She invited me to her family living room where we sat down.
I talked about presidential candidates and Robert Kennedy. Her father joined the conversation. He spoke ill of George McGovern. He and I agreed that Gorbachev understood English.
I talked about riding my bicycle and people shouting at me. My friend told me to go run for president, sarcastically.
Her father left and her mother joined us...
I would keep babbling about Robert Kennedy that weekend. I envisioned myself in a scenario that I could not get out of. Like the game of "Prisoner" I had played (a game based on the television show), I knew there was one truth I could not surrender, even if my silence about it held me hostage.
I don't know why the woman fainted. Nor will I ever likely understand the strange behavior of the other people at the office. Nor my own feelings of trauma for years afterwards. I am making this public in an attempt to create a dialogue so as to better understand our history and thus our future.
Shortly before we graduated from high school, a friend and I decided to volunteer at the local office of the Congressman who belonged to our political party. We went to the office after a school day, made our acquaintances and were told to return at a later date.
By the time the day arrived, my friend had extended his post-graduation vacation and I went to the office by myself.
I stepped into the room and made eye contact with a woman, who fainted immediately. There was a glimmer of familiarity in her expression. Other people came to her aid and whisked her away without comment.
Someone else approached me and directed me to a room with several people gathered at a long table. I was seated toward one end of it and offered something to drink, which I accepted.
Others asked me to stuff envelopes. I read the content of what I was stuffing. It had to do with Robert F. Kennedy (RFK), whom the congressman apparently knew, and Sirhan Sirhan, the convicted murderer of Kennedy the very year of my birth. And we happened to be in Los Angeles, where Kennedy had died.
The woman who had fainted made a re-appearance, subdued at the other end of the table. I chatted with the people near me, a woman who kept looking me in the eye, a man who said he hated the Los Angeles Dodgers and another man who kept smiling.
I sensed the situation was strange and decided to keep saying a phrase. I wanted to identify these people at some point in the future and I believed a phrase would cause the kind of facial reaction from them that I got from the fainting woman.
Eventually, they told me it was time for everyone to go. I followed some of the people from the table, including the smiling man, to the parking lot. I told him that catch phrase one more time and he smiled again.
It occurred to me that I knew that I knew something. Something that made people act strangely. Something they wanted kept secret.
I recently wrote my memories of what took place immediately after this incident:
I drove home on the 405 Freeway that Friday afternoon. I ate dinner and subsequently went to bed. I had trouble sleeping. I had thoughts that my whole life had been a lie. That pictures of my family were lies. I envisioned a movie tape getting tangled up.
I wrote out a message "Darwin is correct." My thoughts were on evolution...
I eventually got to sleep. I got up, had breakfast and thought about my day.
I called a friend and told her I needed to tell her everything. She said OK, come on over. I went to her house. She invited me to her family living room where we sat down.
I talked about presidential candidates and Robert Kennedy. Her father joined the conversation. He spoke ill of George McGovern. He and I agreed that Gorbachev understood English.
I talked about riding my bicycle and people shouting at me. My friend told me to go run for president, sarcastically.
Her father left and her mother joined us...
I would keep babbling about Robert Kennedy that weekend. I envisioned myself in a scenario that I could not get out of. Like the game of "Prisoner" I had played (a game based on the television show), I knew there was one truth I could not surrender, even if my silence about it held me hostage.
I don't know why the woman fainted. Nor will I ever likely understand the strange behavior of the other people at the office. Nor my own feelings of trauma for years afterwards. I am making this public in an attempt to create a dialogue so as to better understand our history and thus our future.
Two of the pictures show RFK with a different parting of hair. I know as a fact it takes quite a lot of work to change one's parting of hair. He obviously had no time to change his hair style as we are told he had just been shot. Is it really the same person? Note that the pictures were published right after the "assassination" as they are shown. They have not been tampered with since then.
And what about the man in the glasses in one of the pictures? His hand looks to be missing. How do you explain that?
Need more proof that the picture has not been tampered with? Look at the television coverage of the event here. They show the picture of the man with the hand missing that very day!
I raise questions about the parting of RFK's hair and of the apparently missing hand to suggest that something is wrong with our overall picture of a famous event. If you were convinced that pictures were pasted upon pictures for the media to share or that another man was substituted for RFK in a photo, would you see history differently? I think you would. That is why these details matter.
I met Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. in 1991. He did a double-take when he saw me. Here are pictures of me and of RFK below:
And what about the man in the glasses in one of the pictures? His hand looks to be missing. How do you explain that?
Need more proof that the picture has not been tampered with? Look at the television coverage of the event here. They show the picture of the man with the hand missing that very day!
I raise questions about the parting of RFK's hair and of the apparently missing hand to suggest that something is wrong with our overall picture of a famous event. If you were convinced that pictures were pasted upon pictures for the media to share or that another man was substituted for RFK in a photo, would you see history differently? I think you would. That is why these details matter.
I met Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. in 1991. He did a double-take when he saw me. Here are pictures of me and of RFK below:
Here is a video by Redline Aviator, which exposes the RFK assassination hoax:
Reading History's Scripts
What about similar events in our history?
For example, like most school children. I “learned” that Confederate sympathizer John Wilkes Booth assassinated President Abraham Lincoln at Ford’s Theater on April 14, 1865. The narrative says that Booth fired a single shot to the back of Lincoln’s head, jumped to the stage and injured himself, and yelled in Latin, “Sic semper tyrannis” (Thus be it onto tyrants) before climbing aboard his getaway horse. Later, the story goes, he hid in a warehouse, Union forces discovered him and set fire to the warehouse before a soldier, Boston Corbett, shot him fatally.
Just like that. Few people have publicly asked any serious questions like:
Was Booth really a Confederate sympathizer?
Was Booth drafted to fight in the Civil War, which had just ended? If not, why not?
Was there a trial or formal hearing where eyewitnesses testified under oath about the alleged assassination?
Where was Lincoln taken after the shooting?
Why didn’t anyone at the theater stop Booth?
Who identified Booth’s body?
Was Corbett punished?
The “fact” of Lincoln’s death by assassination is presented as a given. Only questions of little consequence (like whether Booth escaped) are pondered widely. Why do you think that better, more reasonable questions were not answered or even acknowledged by the narrative or those who presented it?
Consider the narrative of a more recent event in history, the “assassination” of President John F. Kennedy (JFK):
Lee Harvey Oswald assassinated JFK from a warehouse as the president rode by in a Ford Lincoln automobile. Oswald escaped capture until authorities found him in a movie theater. As with Booth, Oswald was murdered before he could stand trial.
Note the repetition of details in bold. These narratives read like the same script with different names. And again, some logical questions have been ignored:
Who was Oswald?
Who witnessed JFK getting shot?
Who witnessed JFK’s death?
Who witnessed Oswald’s shooting and death?
Was Oswald present in the warehouse at the time of the “shooting”?
Below is a video put out by FakeOTube about the JFK assassination hoax:
For example, like most school children. I “learned” that Confederate sympathizer John Wilkes Booth assassinated President Abraham Lincoln at Ford’s Theater on April 14, 1865. The narrative says that Booth fired a single shot to the back of Lincoln’s head, jumped to the stage and injured himself, and yelled in Latin, “Sic semper tyrannis” (Thus be it onto tyrants) before climbing aboard his getaway horse. Later, the story goes, he hid in a warehouse, Union forces discovered him and set fire to the warehouse before a soldier, Boston Corbett, shot him fatally.
Just like that. Few people have publicly asked any serious questions like:
Was Booth really a Confederate sympathizer?
Was Booth drafted to fight in the Civil War, which had just ended? If not, why not?
Was there a trial or formal hearing where eyewitnesses testified under oath about the alleged assassination?
Where was Lincoln taken after the shooting?
Why didn’t anyone at the theater stop Booth?
Who identified Booth’s body?
Was Corbett punished?
The “fact” of Lincoln’s death by assassination is presented as a given. Only questions of little consequence (like whether Booth escaped) are pondered widely. Why do you think that better, more reasonable questions were not answered or even acknowledged by the narrative or those who presented it?
Consider the narrative of a more recent event in history, the “assassination” of President John F. Kennedy (JFK):
Lee Harvey Oswald assassinated JFK from a warehouse as the president rode by in a Ford Lincoln automobile. Oswald escaped capture until authorities found him in a movie theater. As with Booth, Oswald was murdered before he could stand trial.
Note the repetition of details in bold. These narratives read like the same script with different names. And again, some logical questions have been ignored:
Who was Oswald?
Who witnessed JFK getting shot?
Who witnessed JFK’s death?
Who witnessed Oswald’s shooting and death?
Was Oswald present in the warehouse at the time of the “shooting”?
Below is a video put out by FakeOTube about the JFK assassination hoax:
Here are some questions rarely asked, but which should be asked, about the Lincoln and JFK "assassinations":
The Amazon Ban: Do You Believe in Coincidences?
I linked the alleged Lincoln and Kennedy assassinations together in the last chapter of my most recent book, Planes without Passengers, 3rd Edition.* Here is how the chapter reads in part:
"...I have also dug deep about the John Kennedy assassination and am discovering more about them that I had not previously considered. Like maybe they were staged events, as well. By that, I mean that I see the possibility that John (and maybe Robert) Kennedy may have faked his death.
Is that really unthinkable, given what we know about events like 9/11?
To better demonstrate the difficulty of proving even what we think we know about history, I recommend the works of Miles W. Mathis and the Clues Forum.
If John Kennedy faked his death, did he go underground somewhere, as Mathis suggests? We may have our real government completely away from the public...."
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I self-published this book in January 2020. Less than two months later, Amazon banned it. Does the reference to faked assassinations have anything to do with it? I don't know for sure as Amazon has never told me why they banned the book. But do this: Search through Amazon's catalog for any book that advocates the idea that the Kennedy or Lincoln assassinations were staged. Any luck?
This page provides my hypothesis as to the truth of historical accounts. To become accepted as a theory, a hypothesis should first receive rigorous cross-examination and independent verification of facts. Do you want to cross-examine what I say? Do you have any comments? Please contact me.
*My book is available for free here:
"...I have also dug deep about the John Kennedy assassination and am discovering more about them that I had not previously considered. Like maybe they were staged events, as well. By that, I mean that I see the possibility that John (and maybe Robert) Kennedy may have faked his death.
Is that really unthinkable, given what we know about events like 9/11?
To better demonstrate the difficulty of proving even what we think we know about history, I recommend the works of Miles W. Mathis and the Clues Forum.
If John Kennedy faked his death, did he go underground somewhere, as Mathis suggests? We may have our real government completely away from the public...."
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I self-published this book in January 2020. Less than two months later, Amazon banned it. Does the reference to faked assassinations have anything to do with it? I don't know for sure as Amazon has never told me why they banned the book. But do this: Search through Amazon's catalog for any book that advocates the idea that the Kennedy or Lincoln assassinations were staged. Any luck?
This page provides my hypothesis as to the truth of historical accounts. To become accepted as a theory, a hypothesis should first receive rigorous cross-examination and independent verification of facts. Do you want to cross-examine what I say? Do you have any comments? Please contact me.
*My book is available for free here: