Author: bretwalters6969

The Skeleton Key to the Gemstone File — a 24-page typed and photocopied summary of a unified global conspiracy — appeared on college campuses and in alternative bookstores across North America in 1975. Based on a collection of letters written in the late 1960s and early 1970s, the Key is a seminal work in post-Kennedy assassination conspiracy theory.

The Gemstone File

The Gemstone File refers to either a collection of some thousand pages1 of handwritten letters and notes penned between 1968 and 1975 by Bruce Porter Roberts (1919/10/27-1976/07/30)2 or a set of perhaps 360 photocopied pages from a selection dated from August 1970 to August 1972, given by Roberts to Mrs. Mae Brussell née Magnin (1922/05/29-1988/10/03) in August or September 1972. The distinction is moot but when reading about the papers, the reader should be aware of the author’s intent.

Mae Brussell

Brussell became interested in conspiracy research in 1963 and is mainly remembered as compiler of a comprehensive index to the Warren Report. Roberts claimed an intimate knowledge of a conspiracy dating to 1932 involving Kennedy’s assassination, the Mafia, the CIA and an organization “called MMORDIS – Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit” which runs the entire world, controlling the American defense department, the intelligence agencies, and the Vatican.

According to Martin J. Cannon, 3 Brussell created the Gemstone File—literally—when she placed Roberts’ photocopied papers into a manila folder and wrote the word “Gemstone” on the tab. The author of the The Skeleton Key to the Gemstone File, Stephanie Caruana, 4 claims that Roberts, in September 1974, told her in a handwritten note that the name derives from his purported early distribution of the papers, from 1968 onward, accompanied by artificial gemstones. 5 James L. Moore’s explanation, or a G. Gordon Liddy origin, are unsubstantiated. 6
There is no question that Roberts wrote the papers that The Skeleton Key to the Gemstone File is based on, although at one time both the authorship of the papers and the Key have been questioned. For example, Cannon once pointed out a similarity in writing styles between the Skeleton Key and an article, “Why Was Patty Hearst Kidnapped?“, published by Brussell in February 1974 in The Realist. But Roberts was a long-time listener to Brussell’s radio broadcasts, and Caruana worked closely with Brussell, so there is no mystery there.

Authorship of the Skeleton Key

During two KLRB-FM radio broadcasts in 1977 and 19787 Mae Brussell reported that she had met Stephanie Caruana in early 1974 and that Caruana had met Roberts and subsequently wrote the Skeleton Key — or at least the original of the anonymously distributed 24 or 23-page typed photocopies that began to appear in 1975. Caruana reports that she met Roberts in September 1974: “The Skeleton Key was based on notes I made on the Norwegian letters [letters to the Norwegian consul] of December 1974-March 1975, plus what Roberts told me personally and what I remembered of the file I had read at Mae’s.”

Caruana published Gemstone-based material in a December 1974 Playgirl magazine article entitled “Is Howard Hughes Dead and Buried off a Greek Island?“8 The article makes no mention of Bruce Roberts or of the Gemstone Files, and is based largely on “Proof that Pres. Kennedy Survived Assassination: Chance Photos Show JFK Alive on Skorpios,” an article by Greg Watson that appeared in the Canadian tabloid Midnight on October 18, 1971. The story was later reprinted in the Weekly World News in 1990. In 2005 Caruana claimed to have known Roberts in 1974 and 1975, and, at that time, to have about 400 photocopied pages of Roberts’ correspondence and notes. Reports—cited by James L. Moore—that she had also claimed to have met him in 1972, or earlier, appear to be unfounded. She further claimed : “Various versions of the Key have appeared and circulated since the first one I wrote and released, which was dated April 1, 1975. I wrote three or four “editions”, dated in April, May, and June, of 1975, and either gave them away, or sold them for $3.00, the cost of making copies.”9

James L. Moore (b. 02/09/1945 or 07/02/1945)10 claimed in the mid-eighties to have met Roberts in San Francisco in 1967, a claim that Caruana strongly contests, although she accepts that he may have received copies of Roberts’ letters. He also claims to be the author of the Skeleton Key, having finished compiling it on 1 May 1975, but that his Gemstone notes were stolen from his home. His claims appear to be unsupported.

Moore claimed: “The first documented publication of what could be Gemstone material occurred in early May 1975 in Modern People magazine and entitled “Modern People Exclusive: Who REALLY Killed JFK?” by James L. Moore. While it does not mention Bruce Roberts or the Gemstone Files by name, it does mention the link between Aristotle Onassis to the [Kennedy] assassination.” Moore further writes: “The earliest possible mention of any published source that links Caruana to The Key is an August 1975 article in a now-defunct publication called The City of San Francisco.”

Another party to the controversy is Peter Renzo (b. 1946), who claims to have received a copy of the Gemstone File from an unidentified, dying friend. He also claims to be a CIA agent, but makes no claim going back before 1976 when he authored a book based on a heavily-altered version of the Skeleton Key later published in February 1979 by Hustler magazine. On 12 August 1980 the tabloid Globe began serializing Renzo’s Gemstone Files, calling them “fantasy”.

The controversy over Caruana’s authorship rests on a misconception that Caruana claimed that the Skeleton Key was a précis of the Gemstone File. As noted above, it was actually based on her memories of a small part of the file, copies of other letters given her by Roberts and her conversations with Roberts. While researcher Gary Buell was once skeptical of Caruana’s claimed authorship, today both he, Martin Cannon and James H. Daugherty 11 agree that there is no grounds to doubt that she wrote the 1975 Skeleton Key. Gerald A. Carroll gives Caruana credit as “author and distributor” of the Skeleton Key, noting: “The entire chapter on Caruana in [Jim Keith’s] The Gemstone File is written in a somewhat suspect style.”12 Inconsistencies in Caruana’s claims have raised suspicions but can easily be explained by the fact that she is recalling thirty-year old events. James L. Moore continues to claim to have written the Skeleton Key but has not proven his case.
Roberts’ letters

If Roberts wrote some thousand pages, the question also remains, where are the papers? It should be noted that only 351 photocopied pages are claimed extant as well as a small handful of other photocopied correspondence. While many of the pages were photocopies of correspondence to heads of state, politicians and others, to date—with one exception located by Stephanie Caruana 13—no original document received by a purported recipient has surfaced.

There have been several researchers investigating the Gemstone File and the file’s history, but two stand out. Martin J. Cannon, who appears to have accepted Mae Brussell’s publicly expressed antipathy for the Skeleton Key, believes that Roberts was “an alcoholic with a brain tumor and hallucinations of importance”. He contends—and appears to have demonstrated—that claims made in the 351 pages of the Gemstone Files that he has seen are easily deconstructed and disproven. He quotes Daugherty, who wrote on 26 December 1994: “I don’t think it’s true.

It is even hard to find parts of it that are true.” “The key insight is that there is no integration of it’s narrative into known geopolitical history.” Earlier, in Lobster Issue 19 (1990) in ‘Conspiracy, Conspiracy Theories and Conspiracy Research’, Robin Ramsay notes that he had rebutted Gemstone’s central claims in International Times (Vol 4 No 11, 1978).

The other researcher is Gary Buell who—tongue-in-cheek— claims to be the world’s leading authority on the Gemstone File. Like Cannon, Buell accepts Caruana’s authorship—and her claim that the full file was some thousand pages—and believes that Moore may have submitted the Skeleton Key to Hustler before they published it, but that they already had it from other sources. Although Buell agrees that Roberts was mentally unstable, unlike Cannon he is open to the idea that Roberts may have had inside information on John F. Kennedy’s assassination.

[gemstone-file.blogspot.com 28/09/2005]

Both Buell and Cannon claim to be in possession of photocopies of the 351 [349 or 352] pages. According to Buell, Caruana obtained her copies of the letters in 2000 from bookdealer Tom Davis (c. 1931-01/2002), a claim corroborated by Caruana. Moore and Renzo have also claimed to possess copies. Until recently the only available transcriptions of Roberts’ correspondence were those “edited” by Caruana. These are available as either a CD or a trade paperback, The Gemstone File – A Memoir (see Bibliography). To date, no original manuscripts—Roberts is claimed by Caruana to have written in ballpoint pen on lined yellow legal pads—have surfaced, although Buell claims to possess two original pages, written in pencil on unlined paper.14 Buell’s copies of the pages show that Caruana has edited and bowdlerized Roberts’ original text. On Tuesday, 31 January 2006 he posted the text of 352 pages at realgemstonefile.blogspot.com/.

History of the Gemstone File

Gemstone warehouse
925 De La Vina St. Santa Barbara

Caruana believes that Brussell made three photocopies of the papers for distribution to three of her friends. Their location is unknown, although Caruana assumes that one went to John Judge, who has absented himself from the discussion, and that another one went to Davis. The third is unaccounted for. Buell claims to have received a set from Davis, while Cannon made two copies of Davis’ set. Neither Moore nor Renzo have demonstrated that they actually possess sets.

Cannon reports that in 1988 Brussell’s materials passed into the hands of her long-time friend, mail-order bookseller Tom Davis, of Aptos, California: “forty well-stuffed four-drawer file cabinets, along with dozens of large cardboard boxes brimming with correspondence, notebooks, unfiled news clippings, pamphlets, and monographs — not to mention innumerable magazines representing the entire range of political opinion, from left to right to off-the-map”.16 In 1994 the collection was moved to Santa Barbara, California, where Davis hoped to establish a Brussell Library in the basement of a dignified old office building he then owned. Inspired by Jim Keith’s 1992 book, in 1995 Cannon arranged to transcribe the 300 or more Gemstone pages supplied by Davis, although he quickly realized that “Roberts’ quirky (but for the most part legible)” handwritten notes were unintelligible, and gave up the project.16 Also around this time, another friend of Davis’, Gwen Sky, transcribed the letters over an eight month period into a 349 page MSWord document.17 Cannon recalls that Virginia McCullough acquired the Brussell collection when Davis sold the Santa Barbara office building in 1996 although McCullough believes she acquired the collection earlier. Regardless of the actual date, the Robert’s letters, and any transcriptions, were not in the collection.18

Cannon reports that the Gemstone folder in the Brussell collection was empty when he saw it in 1995; that Davis kept the Gemstone pages in a manilla envelope in his home collection. Although Caruana claims that Davis had told her that he never allowed copies of the Gemstone papers to be made, there is no reason to disbelieve Cannon’s claim to have made two copies.19 According to Cannon, Davis later gave copies to Stephanie Caruana and Gary Buell.

Bay Area journalist and self-styled curator of the Mae Brussell Collection, Virginia McCullough reports that she has “been unable to locate even one letter allegedly written by Bruce Roberts….” Caruana accepts this but also believes that the collection is currently nothing more than an inaccessible stack of cardboard boxes piled in a damp basement.

It should be noted that all of these papers were photocopies or photocopies of photocopies. Brussell had returned the original handwritten pages to Roberts after making a photocopied set. Davis only acquired a set of photocopies of 351 pages with Brussell’s scribbled marginalia on the first hundred or so pages. If there had originally been 1,000 pages or more, no trace of them remains. As far as Cannon knows, those 351 photocopied pages were the only pages in Brussell’s possession. The originals returned to Roberts were most probably disposed of with the other ephemera of Robert’s estate.

Textual criticism

Brussell held a set of the papers from 1972 until her death in 1988 but according to Caruana never looked at them closely, and according to Cannon appears to have lost interest after reading, and annotating, about a hundred pages. Caruana, having spent some time in conversation with Roberts has the greatest claim to understanding his mindset. She has had a set of the papers since 2000 and appears to uncritically—and somewhat defensively—accept the claims made in them. Davis held a set of the papers from 1988 until his death in 2002 but there is no record of his opinion of them other than an expressed belief that they were unpublishable.20

Unfortunately for disinterested historians, there is no definitive text. There has been no attempt made to correlate the various sets of papers or objectively evaluate them and their provenance. Caruana is intent on not allowing anyone to see the pages in her possession, and has limited access to her edited text versions. Buell’s textfile of his set of pages which he first promised to post online in 2002,21 are now available, but if this textfile is the one transcribed by Sky, it needs to be carefully compared to the extant photocopies. Cannon never completed his transcription and sees no value in doing so.

Conclusions

There is no question that Bruce Porter Roberts existed. His San Francisco obituary reports that he was survived by a daughter and brother, and there are at least two photographs of him, one with entertainer Carmen Miranda.

Bruce Robert may have been nothing more than a paranoid schizophrenic, as demonstrated by excerpts seen in Martin Cannon’s Exposed at last: The Real Gemstone File (2001), but the Skeleton Key has become an archetype for unified global conspiracy theories. Richard Alan’s The Gemstone File, Sixty Years of Corruption and Manipulation. (1992) and Gerald Carroll’s Project Seek: Onassis, Kennedy and the Gemstone Thesis (1994) both purport to provide documentation of the truth of Roberts’ accusations. An anonymous New Zealand writer (identified as Anthony Pollock in wikipedia) produced a lengthy continuation called The Kiwi Gemstone, or The Opal File, in 1988, and there have been at least one spy novel and five non-fiction books on the topic.

Noteworthy, for the purposes of this website, is the complete absence in the Skeleton Key to the Gemstone File of any mention of Freemasonry. The Gemstone File papers, as posted by Buell and published by Caruana, contain several references to Freemasonry and the masonic affiliation of the author’s brother and father, although neither have been confirmed to have been freemasons.

Bibliography

Richard Alan (pseud.), The Gemstone File, Sixty Years of Corruption and Manipulation. Columbus, Ohio : Crown Pub. Co., November 1992. xlvi, 403 p. : ill. ; 28 cm. ISBN : 0963170457

Gerald A. Carroll (1954- ), Project Seek : Onassis, Kennedy, and the Gemstone thesis. Carson City : Bridger House, 1994. ISBN : 0964010402. The Skeleton Key made no mention of Freemasonry, and Carroll also wrote: “A popular theory that conspiracy advocates have pushed for years involves the so called ‘Illuminati’….” “The only trouble with this thesis is that it’s too easy an explanation for the current world situation. Granted, some Freemasons are in positions of power. But some people, like Onassis, were members of no such group.” [pp. 326-27]. But then he includes a baffling flowchart which implicates both the so-called Illuminati and the Freemasons at the highest levels of an alleged “Conspiracy Network”.

Stephanie Caruana, Bruce Roberts’ Gemstone File http://gemstone-file.com (offline as of 2004/12/28). THE GEMSTONE FILE. Onassis, Howard Hughes, JFK, Jackie, Bobby, Nixon, Nader, and the CIA/Mafia/Big money take over of the U.S. in 1963. US history from the 1920s to 1975, by Bruce Roberts. Includes Skeleton Key edited with additions by Stephanie Caruana. 2001. Compact Disk available at http://www.lasthurrahbookshop.com/assframe.html

Stephanie Caruana, The Gemstone File: A Memoir. http://gemstone-file-memoir.com (2005/09/07 – ). Victoria, Canada : Trafford Publishing, 2006/10/16. [Self-published]. 478 pp. pb. b&w images. 8″x10″. ISBN 1-4120-6137-7

David [Hatcher] Childress, Kenn Thomas, Inside the Gemstone File. Steamshovel Press. 1999. [Adventures Unlimited Press, July 1999] ISBN : 0932813666

Jim Keith, The Gemstone file. 1st IllumiNet Press ed. Atlanta : IllumiNet Press, 1992. viii, 214 p. ; 22 cm. ISBN : 0962653454

Peter Renzo, Beyond the Gemstone File. 1976 Fighting Tigers, 1980 [Vantage Press, NY : June 1990. ISBN : 0533090970]

Web sources

Martin Cannon, Exposed at last: The Real Gemstone File. newsmakingnews.com/mcgemstoneexposedatlast.htm

James Daugherty alt.conspiracy,alt.illuminati,alt.discordia : “gemstone file” 26 Dec 1994 06:26:40 -0500

Virginia McCullough, “Requests, Research and Retrieval”. newsmakingnews.com/vm10,30,01MBresearch.htm. 2001.

Jim Moore, “Who is Bruce Roberts?” geocities.com/omegareport/Authors/06-Roberts-Bruce.htm. 2002.

MaeBrussell.com P.O. Box 24553 San Jose, CA 95154-4553 USA maebrussell.com

Notes

1. “My estimates of ‘1000 pages or more’ given during various interviews were attempts to straighten out the confusion caused by Mae’s statements here and perhaps elsewhere that she had the ‘only complete set,’ consisting of 360 pages. Also, I referred to number of pages, not number of letters. Some of these letters were very long. The series of six or seven letters to Ralph Nader, which comprised the first part of Mae’s series, and which I have included in this book, take up more than 150 pages.” Stephanie Caruana, 2001. Cf.: “They were a series of letters that he wrote to his mother, or a diary that he kept for himself.” Mae Brussell. KLRB-FM interview, 1978.

2. “ROBERTS, Bruce Porter — July 30, 1976. Bruce Porter Roberts, father of Beverly Siganoff; beloved son of Eva R. Roberts; brother of D. L. Roberts; nephew of C.J. Kimball; a native of New York; a veteran of WWII. Services Mon. 2:30 p.m. DAPHNE’s 1 CHURCH ST.” S.F. Sunday Examiner & Chronicle, August 1, 1976. Section B, page 7. Also see: “Bruce Porter Roberts was born Oct. 27, 1919, in the state of New York, and died July 30, 1976, in San Francisco….” p. 3 ; “body cremated Aug. 4” p. 182. Gerald A. Carroll, Project Seek, Onassis, Kennedy and the Gemstone Thesis, Obituary cited but not quoted on p. 163.

3. After a decade of UFO research, in 1987-88 Martin J. Cannon wrote The Controllers: A New Hypothesis of Alien Abduction, a paper which he recanted on 21 March 1997. His ‘Mind Control and the American Government,’ was published in Lobster 23 in 1992 lobster-magazine.co.uk. See ufomind.com and mindcontrolforums.com. His interest in the Gemstone File lead to his writing Exposed at last: The Real Gemstone File in 2001. Since then he has had no contact with the loosely-defined conspiracist community but has pursued a career in advertising and other writing.

4. Stephanie J. Caruana has been a freelance magazine writer since at least the mid-1970s. Her work appeared in early issues of Playgirl magazine. Between Fall 1987 and August 1991 she published and edited five issues of Spear Shaker Review. She wrote a play, Spear Shaker which was read on November 5, 1995 in Cambridge, MA, and was a contributor to the Summer 1996 Shakespeare Oxford Newsletter. Since 2000 she has been promoting her edited transcripts of Roberts’ papers. If internet sources are to be relied on, she is a 71 year-old resident of Cambridge, Massachusetts, who has lived in a number of Massachusetts communities. She was a one-time member of Boston Mensa and the Blue Boar Society, and visited Papillote Wilderness Retreat in Roseau, West Indies in 1999. See find.intelius.com. She denies Moore’s claim that she graduated from Bishop Kearny High School in 1968. Moore also claims to have email correspondence in which Caruana contradicts herself in her claims of meeting Roberts, but Moore has proven not to be a reliable source.

5. “Roberts showed me a pile of rubies and diamonds that he had created. He gave me a hand-written note listing several foreign embassies in San Francisco where I might be able to read some of the Gemstone letters. (These were serious, private, secret letters about world affairs.) At one of these embassies, I was given a file to read that contained letters written to the leader of this particular country. I was able to ask for the file by name, and that’s how I received it: in a file folder labeled “Gemstone File.” Stephanie Caruana, email correspondence. 2001.

6. Liddy notes first using the term “Gemstone” on 27 January 1972, at a meeting with Attorney General John Mitchell, John Dean and Jeb Magruder, as a code name for plans to gather political intelligence and counter oppositional demonstrations in U.S.A. president Richard Nixon’s upcoming reelection campaign. Transcripts of meetings on 16 and 17 April 1973 when “Gemstone” and another operation—an operative posing as a chauffeur loyal to Muskie—code named “sedan chair” were mentioned, were released on 5 August 1974 with later transcripts released in September 1974, but the terms were already common knowledge and the subject of parody in “G. Gordon Liddy, Agent of C.R.E.E.P.”, By Marc Rubin and Chris Miller; Illustrated by Francis Hollidge, National Lampoon, October 1973, Vol. 1, No. 43 “Banana” where Howard Hunt is depicted composing erotica in his head: “‘…come and get me’, she breathed, draped across the sedan chair, her breasts were like gemstones.” See Will, The autobiography of G. Gordon Liddy, G. Gordon Liddy [George Gordon Battle Liddy], St. Martin’s Press, 1980. p. 196.

7. “They were put together by Stephanie Caruana. She came to my house to do an interview with me, for Playgirl magazine.” Dialogue Conspiracy Mae Brussell. 25 December 1977.

8. Playgirl, vol ii, no, 7, December 1974. Douglas Lambert, publisher. Editor-in-Chief, Marin Scott Milam. Playgirl Inc., Los Angeles, California. “Is Howard Hughes Dead and Buried off a Greek Island, A noted theorist on conspiracies, a contributing editor, and an informer named Tiger Eye bring us an unlikely tale. Or is it?” by Mae Brussell and Stephanie Caruana. pp. 28-30, 41, 123, 125, 138. “Mae Brussell is a researcher who has spent ten years studying political assassinations and conspiracies in the United States. She teaches a course called Assassinations and Conspiracies at Monterey Peninsula College, and does a weekly radio news analysis over Station KLRB-FM, in Carmel, California. Stephanie Caruana is a regular contributor to Playgirl, currently working with Mae Brussell.”

9. See gemstone-file.com [2001/02/21 – 2004/12/28]. Also see “A Skeleton Key to the Gemstone File”, The Spectrum, Feb/March 2002, Vol 3, No. 9. Tehachapi, California. thespectrumnews.com.

10.See The Omega Report posted 2003/07/30, accessed 2010/08/07. All Moore quotes were taken from Jim Moore, “Who is Bruce Roberts?” geocities.com/omegareport/Authors/06-Roberts-Bruce.htm. 2002. accessed 2005/10/30, no longer available.

11. ‘A-albionic Research describes itself as “A private network of researchers dedicated to identifying the nature of the ruling class/Conspiracy(ies).” A-albionic and the New Paradigms Project web page, a-albionic.com, are run by James H. Daugherty, a mail-order distributor of printed matter who purports to believe that the Vatican and British Empire are locked in a mortal battle for world control.’ David McHugh “Conspiracy Theories Grow,” Detroit Free Press, April 29, 1995, p. 1A. A-albionic Research can be contacted at PO Box 20273, Ferndale, Michigan, 48220-0273 USA. Also see The Fear of Conspiracy: Images of Un-American Subversion from the Revolution to the Present, David Brion Davis, ed. Ithaca: Cornell University Press, 1971, ISBN: 0801491134.

12. Gerald A. Carroll (1954 – ), Project Seek, Onassis, Kennedy and the Gemstone Thesis. Carson City, NV : Bridger House Publishers, Inc., 1994. ISBN : 0-9640104-0-2. pb 388 p. with index. p. 185. Cf.: “Another suspicious facet of Caruana’s and Brussell’s “knowledge of Roberts is a lack of a physical description.” p. 189. “… Caruana’s general conspiracy knowledge as reported by Keith appears flawed on several fronts, making her blanket claim as sole author of the Key somewhat suspect.” p. 192. citing Keith p. 46. “Gemstone 6:9 is a crucial passage because it hints at when Bruce Roberts first started circulating his Gemstone papers. This would go against reputed Skeleton Key author Stephanie Caruana’s assertions in Jim Keith’s The Gemstone File that Roberts ever intended to circulate his research; that he was compiling these writings as a personal diary.” p. 262.

13. Stephanie Caruana, email correspondence, 2001.

14. Gary Buell, email correspondence, 1 December 2005.

15. Cannon, email correspondence, 5 August 2010.

16. Cannon, email, 5 August 2010.

17. While Cannon claims McCullough acquired the collection from Davis in 1996, in 2001 McCullough claimed that the collection was “placed in my possession in 1993” without noting how she acquired it. “By the time she died her fans removed over 300 researched but unwritten manuscripts, 38 four drawer file cabinets, over 10,000 books and countless boxes of newspapers, magazines and unfiled articles.” Virginia McCullough, “Requests, Research and Retrieval”. newsmakingnews.com, 2001, accessed 2005/10/30.

18. Cannon, email correspondence, 5 August 2010.

19. Gwen Sky, email correspondence to Cannon, 8 March 2006. “I was never sure when I was typing the letters whether I should just leave the whole thing, typos, ranting and the lot, just the way it was, or correct some of the many typos, just to make the letters more coherent.” “The files, as Tom first showed them to me, were copies of letters which Roberts apparently had copied on shiny grey ‘mimeograph’ paper – each page seemed to be a different length (cut off with scissors), and what I saw appeared to be the same ‘mimeo’ types I remember seeing as a child.” gemstone-file.blogspot.com accessed 2010/08/11.

20. Davis’ opinion expressed to Cannon in 1995. Cannon, email correspondence, 5 August 2010.

21. World Domination Update, “In Ricotta Velveeta” vol. VI, iss. iv branchfloridians.org. 2002. See realgemstonefile.blogspot.com ; gemstone-file.blogspot.com, accessed 2006/03/01.

22.Detail of photograph supplied by Caruana by email [2011/11/30]: “Returning to the Internet after a long absence due to illnesses, I see your original article has been extended considerably, though it is still far from accurate. ÊMartin Cannon and James L. Moore are as untrustworthy as ever, and Gary Buell has added little of value.”

Part 5

Mafia, and fucking in a frenzy on her grave. They also sit on the blasted noses of your clients, Hampton and Clark. You will know a lot of answers and you will also see the predicted percentage of that bravest-of-the-brave run in total fear. You will watch a total disintegration of the moral fiber of many self-declared bravest-of-the-brave Americans.” And then I quoted some of the other items mentioned in the 19 pages, including the murder, treason and genocide that had occurred in the three months since he had heard my offer — and read my papers — for which he could assume responsibility. And I watched Garry’s moral fiber come apart at the seams. Said he: “I know who killed Hampton and Clark. Would it surprise you to know that I was in the room when the guns came in blazing? Hanrahan wasn’t the entire murder source. Those orders filtered down through top Mafia channels. Those same channels ordered the genocide of the Black Panther Party — for whom I am the attorney. I know Hanrahan will be acquitted. That horrible hierarchy will squash anything that steps on its toes. You know what will happen to you, don’t you?” Me: “I have been told by many, and the bribe is now up to a tax-free $50 million — the cheap bastards — they only offer me what Maheu and Dietrich want in their suits.” He: “You’ll get face down in an alley.” Me: “So will you, and your family. You just said it — murder for Hampton and Clark, genocide for you and the Black Panther Party. You’re dead from that source — unless you’ve joined the Mafia, in which case you’re dead too. This cancer is dead. Missiles would do a lot — 40%, maybe 80. As I’ve mentioned, the people at Hiroshima, one tick away from atomic eternity, wouldn’t understand if you explained their future — and would have stayed on their way to the grocery store — for that final tick. So why discuss that matter? You wouldn’t understand it. Missiles are probably enough. There is a way out. Call those fifty together and I will explain it. I will not do anything in secrecy, where it can be squashed. You don’t have to open your mouth. You could watch the disintegration of the moral and human soul of some of those bravest-of-the-brave, and see some real giants among the rest — with new and powerful tools to use. You would have to sit in on that meeting to

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begin to know what it’s all about. How about it? I offer you life over death.” He (slumping): “I don’t understand it.” and he shook his head, “No — that hierarchy would squash me.” Me: “You’re dead anyhow, without a struggle. So die. And take your family with you. Ponds, missiles, new things, whatever.” He: “Nothing can be done.” Me: “Two thirds of the rest of the world know what to do, and have the tools. It’s been given to them. Bridges are burned. How can you defend yourself if you refuse to know of this and block that right to anyone else?” By now, he was slumped almost out of sight in his chair under the desk. He: “What do you think of McGovern?” Me: “He will be assassinated. He is a Kennedy alternate. A Kennedy Mafia. But he has one faint streak of decency — even though a staunch member of the Mafia Senate Club. They will allow no foothold of decency, however slight. They will murder him. One of their purchased own — a Mafia — Teddy or Dickie will be president. Unless, of course, they purchase McGovern, as they did you. Anybody who fucks on Mary Jo’s grave — or, in your case, on Hampton and Clark — is Mafia cancer.” He: “I don’t understand.” Next to “too busy,” “I don’t understand” is the number 2 excuse by brave free Americans whose total moral fiber has collapsed. Me: “Call the fifty together. I’ll explain. Label it ‘Hampton and Clark Investigation.’ That’s enough — they will know, and you will know.” He: “No way.” (That’s what Teddy said when offered the presidency of the U.S.) “What do you think of the convention?” Me: “It is a mass frenzied orgy on Mary Jo’s grave. Mafia faces — from Pat Wyman to Alioto. If Mafia Humphrey had gotten it, Eugene Wyman would be the Mafia Attorney General on the lid. McGovern’s Attorney General would be Kennedy’s Mankiewicz.” I told him about the planned substitution of Mary Jo’s picture for Johnson’s — overlooking the mass-fucking on her grave by the entire assembled group. He: “Do you know Bobby was assassinated?” Me: “Cold evidential fact. Lost, now, around the world. To people who want to know. Non-Mafia people. Non-cancer.” He: “Why was Mary Jo killed? Because she knew too much? Like you?” Me: “I understand you. And, of course, I told you that before.”

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I quoted the case of Whelan as compared to the Korean General who was caught in bribery. Said he: “That’s imperialism — and there are many definitions of bravery. Some work slowly, in different ways.” Me: “Dickie says it’s a game of murder. Yes. And it’s a funny game now. I set the rules. I own the bat. Do I understand that you will not defend the murders of Hampton and Clark or the genocide of the Black Panther Party — in which you are the man — or any of the other murders back to that of Christ — and that you will not attempt to defend the United States from genocide by outsiders in the quest of killing Mafia cancer — and will block the presentation of the facts, and the solutions, to fifty of the bravest of the brave, free Americans — in an open public forum — at which CIA bugging will be welcome? Do I understand that you want no part of this?” He, rising: “I don’t understand.” Me: “Then may I have my papers back. They cost me a lot of money.” He handed me a package, in which all three deliveries had been assembled. But I tried it anyhow. Me: “This is only one package. I delivered three.” He: “I’ll look for the others.” He shuffled around the room. Me: “One was a special publication article on Joanie eating Mary Jo’s liver. I have things like that already labeled on beer cans.” He: “Oh,” and he headed for McTernan’s office. I waited while he shuffled through McTernan’s office. Finally he came back to the lobby, puzzled. “Sorry,” he said, a totally morally disintegrated cookie. A murderer in his own, full fledged glory — quietly standing there like a chastened little boy, “I can’t find them. When I do I’ll mail them to you.” Me: “Thank you, Mr. Garry. See ya later.” And as I passed him he said “Good luck” — and stared at his hands.
He will hang. I tapped him on the arm on the way by.
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(And so — call this page 20. On page 19 were the words “On this day, in Chicago, Hanrahan was acquitted by a Mafia judge of the murders of Hampton and Clark.” On this day, in San Francisco, the lifetime attorney of Hampton and Clark, closest friend, bravest of the brave — Garry…bared his Cancerous, Mafia soul to the hangman. He denied the bodies of Hampton and Clark, as 2000 years ago a group denied the body of Christ. He also denied the body of Christ, Mary Jo, my father, his own party, his own children, and the hangman sitting right across the desk, judging the exact size of the cross for the glob which slumped in a chair under the desk. Pure cancer.
He acquitted Hanrahan and absolved the Mafia of all murder. Admitted his participation in genocide, treason, murder and bribery for the three month period since receiving these papers. Admitted blocking the solution to life or death on this planet. His collapse was immediate. I told him “Anyone who fucks on Mary Jo’s busted nose grave, or Hampton and Clark’s blasted nose graves, is Mafia Cancer.” He agreed. I told him, “I had every right — legal and otherwise — known to man, by any right and law — U.S., Old English, Biblical and Jungle, to enable these fifty proposed bravest-of-the-brave to defend themselves.” He agreed. I referred to Senator Nelson’s opening remarks at Miami (re. the Mafia-Alioto-Humphrey California vote steal from Mafia McGovern) solemnly: “Civilizations have disappeared because of such publicly viewed frauds.” And I told him, “The girl who delivered these papers to you — three months ago — was Senator Nelson’s cousin, and also Senator Proxmire’s niece. Senator Nelson knew of what he spoke, and spoke in total fear.” (re. the “tick-away at Hiroshima.”) I did not mention the whimsical nature of the murder — one Mafia monster deciding in secret — Truman, Prendergrast’s whore-house towel washer — against all advice — cloud cover over prime target — sudden selection of alternate Hiroshima for mass murder. The key: one man — a whim — invited a question about a new thing — a new whim (killing cancer) — a one-man affair — one dead man — and I waited — and he itched to ask — but fear took over — CIA fear was all over the office — and he slumped, in silence. He feared I was about to tell him — for whim — right there — and he spouted a quick change of subject — McGovern, I believe. Today, two assassins were arrested outside McGovern’s hotel. It won’t help. There are many. Garry, himself, might be in line. He had obviously been brainwashed before I saw him. Possibly he has been treated to a Sirhan or Bremer type brain bending. Who knows? Who Cares? His total conscious thoughts are cancer. That’s terminal. He said “no” to life. Me: “Anyone who fucks on the graves of Mary Jo and Hampton and Clark, who doesn’t care about their murders, doesn’t care about their own and forfeits any right to life. Said he: “Yes.” And then he said, “You’ll wind up face down in an alley.” Maf always revert to type.

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“So will you, and your family goes with you.” And another quick, quiet change of subject.
This human — called “His Gray Eminence” (behind the defense) at the Angela Davis trial — defender of Attorney Thorne, who defended Tyrone — a Maf who conducted the King’s Castle swindle (Mafia Tahoe — see the Tyrone Papers) for Elliot Roosevelt, Onassis’ boy, via Daley’s Chicago Teamster Union Fund (extortion, by Roosevelt, using Teamster funds to build Nevada casinos — for kickbacks — through the Bahamian cover corporations) — the indignant legal defender of the rights of man — who fought bravely and won the release of Huey Newton and Bobby Seale — whose lifetime clients, Hampton and Clark, were murdered — and who defended their rights after their murders — who used these papers for three months in blackmail of his own involving murder — who admitted he knew of the murder of Howard Hughes — this human is now publicly on record as the defender, “His Gray Eminence” (an ancient term used to describe Cardinal Richelieu), of the Mafia cover-up of the murder of Christ, of the Mafia cover-up of the assassinations, war, heroin, Mafia Election Process, Fatima #3 — of the legal Mafia, as an officer of the court, in very good and quiet cooperation with Mafia Mayor Daley and the Mafia chain up and down from Daley, who murdered Hampton and Clark — of the press Mafia, through his papers scattered throughout his office — Black Panther, Ebony, etc.
One remark by him, “It takes time.” Another, when I asked if he knew of one, only one, brave, free American who could qualify to join the proposed bravest-of-the-brave fifty. Said he: “No, I don’t know one.”
“It takes time.” Monday — McGovern called Teddy — “Please be my Vice President.” Teddy: “No!” Tuesday — McGovern begged Senator Nelson (mentioned previously in here) for two hours to be his Vice President. Senator Nelson — a quote: “I will not accept the V.P. job — not even with a gun at my back, whether the ticket was George McGovern or Abe Lincoln.” Some frightened Mafia people. Correct?
“It takes time.” Yes. My car trouble with the Alioto clobbered car took many days out of my life — at different periods during this Mafia mess — especially the critical ones — such as when Dickie completed the murder of my father. The current car tampering has cost days of my time and will cost many more. Garry’s motive for the three months delay — was delay. Delay of time, for the murders to proceed. My time is what the CIA wants. Time to cover murder, block exposure. Say Dickie and Montini — “Block time, delay, destroy, lie, steal, murder — seize the hour, seize the day — a Mao premise. Time — the most precious commodity — Dickie attempts to corner. But it is not

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in his control. Nor Garry’s. Nor any Maf. It belongs to me — with an eternity bank to draw on. Hang here — hang there. At my timing. Cancer will hang. Time, and life, removed from Hampton and Clark, and Mary Jo — and, at the Mafia Miami Demo Convention, a film of the Time-Life removal from JFK, Bobby, Martin Luther — in a PR perverted sympathy effort — while the entire convention fucked in frenzy toward Pennsylvania. Missing and hiding behind the Mafia shitty skirts of Mafia Mama Rosie, Mafia Martha, and Mafia Lady Bird, were the leaders of our country — Chappaquiddick Teddy, Poucha Pond John, and ‘Pissin Out’ Johnson. Dickie and Montini and Onassis were flat on their backs fucking straight up — at the vague grave of Christ — bypassing their respective spouses — Pat, Jackie and the Virgin Mary — whose lover, a Persian, fathered Christ (See Senator Nelson’s cousin, Senator Proxmire’s niece, for evidence of this. She will direct you to documents. Care to read them?). Respective spouses? It seems I have paired Mafia Montini with Mafia Jackie — and Mafia Onassis fucking the Virgin Mary. Oh well, it’s hard to tell. I know that Montini was jealous when Turk Mustapha’s wife caught her hubby in bed with Jackie and divorced him (see the Canadian Papers) — unaware that Mustapha has Jackie on call from Onassis because Mustapha kept a diary on Onassis — a diary which has since gone the way of the Tisserant Papers on Montini. And around the world the Tisserant Papers are fucking the Onassis Diary. Or is it the other way around? Anyhow, they’re fucking something. Elizabeth Jean Peters masturbated toward Tinos, where her “hubby” Howard was watered down in April, last year. The Chappaquiddick broads and their pimps and the rest of the necrophiliac nation — the U.S. of Mafia, fucked in frenzy in all directions — in confusion — which grave to pick? Mary Jo’s? Kennedy’s World War II” Truman’s Hiroshima? Spellman’s Vietnam? Montini’s anywhere? Cypress Lawn — where my father lies, courtesy of Dickie? Or 1277 — 8th Ave., where I watch Dickie and Montini’s CIA wrap up its fourth year of Time-Life, vulture-pecking at my mother — weakening fast?
Brave free Americans Nader and Gray Eminence Garry, among the bravest-of-the-brave (and they’ll testify to this), fucked like a gyroscope in all directions. Legal Mafia Code: Fuck ‘em all.
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sexual aberrations this motley group performed toward the grave that held the mutilated dead-fucked corpse of one of their very own — Mary Jo — was indeed a gala spectacle.
Nader’s Kay Pachtner sprawled her Kennedy Mafia ass out under one of those GM recalled cars with a dragging drive shaft. Attorney General Gendel drove the car and aimed it in the proper direction to focus results on Mary Jo’s grave.
Mafia Teddy sailed off with Mafia Mama Rosie and his Mafia breed at Hyannisport, in fear for his life. Garry hid under his desk — in fear for his life. Johnson hid in a foot cellar — quivering. Mitchell buried his head in Mafia Martha’s shitty skirt. You see — J. Mafia Hoover was murdered — quiet CIA murder — heart attack — no trace. Humphrey roars “Politics is like religion.” Shirley MacLaine screams “Jesus Christ” in her finest Mafia Sinatra voice. And Congressman Bella Abzug yells “Goddam it. Fuck you all.“ Dita Beard wasn’t there.
It was a glorious 4th of July type orgy on Mary Jo’s grave. Firecrackers and glorious eagles, and high flying flags, and stirring music.
(From Hanoi — a joint statement by 16 POW’s: “Dickie’s 4th of July bombing — on us — here — left us in total despair.”)
I offered Teddy Prez or V.P. or both. “No!” and he ran.
I offered Garry World Prez or World V.P., or both (Page 2) and he ran.
I offered Dickie and John Abe Lincoln status — freeing us from Mafia slavery — “No!” and they ran.
I offered Montini a cross — Christ’s. “No! No! No!” quoth the Pope.

This night, after Garry’s chat, I switched some things and picked up a sack full of L.A. Times back issues — a heavy paper sack — and tucked some other things in — including an abbreviated copy of these papers, downtown — and caught a bus home. I walked in a bar, where I usually go — a nice bar — and it was busy. Moveable easy chairs at the bar — only one spot open — my favorite spot, but no chair. Some guy was sitting at my right. I dropped the heavy sack on the bar and walked back toward a table by the door and picked up a chair and turned a round and he was right behind me. “Buddy,” he said, “I saw you dump that big sack and head back for the door. If you had gone out that door I’d have been right behind you. I know you. I don’t want to get my ass blown off. I just came in for a beer.” We went back to the bar and someone said:

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“Oh well, even if it’s an atomic bomb, we’ll never know what hit us. What’s the difference?” So — properly prodded — I joined in the fun. Said I: “Well, what it is, is that someone has thought about that. No one worries about a quickie. What frightens them is what’s in here. It’s a creeping jelly. Takes 22 hours to work and there’s nothing you can do but watch your belly button rot away in intense torture, growing worse — and contemplate things like the 2 hours and 13 minutes Mary Jo spent in total torture — in the air bubble — with a busted nose — in the cold pond — or hours of little girl barbecuing near Alioto’s house — or 8 hours on the cross for Christ — or three and a half years it took Dickie to murder my father,” (and by now there were lots of empty chairs) “and sing Mafia chorus songs about assassinations, murder, genocide, treason, bribery and the perversion of the constitution of the U.S. of Mafia, a nation of necrophiliacs, which was purchased by the Mafia in the year…” (and now only the bartender was left, standing sadly looking down at the floor). To him I said, “I have to go home now. May I leave this sack here tonight? I’ll come back and get it tomorrow.” He: “For God’s sake, get it out of here.” Me: “For God’s sake? That’s a valid reason. See ya later.”
The presence of these papers in a room reeks of the aroma of corpses from Chappaquiddick up to date — and back to that of Christ. Mike Wallace said it — from a front porch on a quiet night at Chappaquiddick — a year ago — to friends — and the next day on the air, in bitter tones: “The profanity of Chappaquiddick.”
In Miami — a McGovern questioner: “Dickie and the U.S. CIA hierarchy runs most of the world’s heroin out of Laos — and covers it up. We have presented proof and notified you long ago. You didn’t answer. What about it?” McGovern, who has been covering it up in the Senate for years, said, “Well, I’ll check into it — after you elect me, but you must elect me first — after which I have executive privilege and I don’t even have to say ‘Fuck You’ to you. I can just cover it up, as Teddy and me cover up Chappaquiddick. The democratic thing to do is elect me. And ‘Fuck You.’ “ (This was on TV — none of this CIA, heroin, S.E. Asia bit was printed in any Mafia news that I saw.)
From the Convention Podium — Mafia Boggs: “I was in China on July 4th and someone said, ‘We will live in peace or we will die in terror.’ It is true. We are benevolent — we Louisiana Marcello Mafia. We have allowed some delegates to be here tonight who have never been here before. Thank us for that. We are proud.” (The drunken Maf didn’t fall off the podium once.) “Us Marcello Mafia, who murdered JFK,

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love him — our glorious defunct leader. Believe me. Us Marcello Mafia have made America what it is today.”
O’Brien: “We wish to salute you — the delegates — for showing the world a true example of pure democracy in grave fucking action.”
Governor Pat Lacey: “Teddy is highly qualified to be President and should be at least V.P. — so that he can take over if we have to gut-shoot deer old George.”
Attorney General La Follette — Wisconsin (I last saw him guarding Harry Miller against assassination — glaring at me — at Nader’s cop-out in S.F. on the Consumers’ Federation 3rd Party Platform Pratfall, early October, 1971 — the one where Pat Wyman joined me for dinner, and Joe Belardi and the Maf took it all away and stomped on the ass of Kay Pachtner, Miller and the other Necrophiliac Nader slobs) — a McGovern delegate, said he in passion: “We will organize a draft of Teddy by the convention.”
McGovern: “Immediately after my nomination — my first phone call will be to my master, Teddy, to beg him to be my V.P. Should he say no, I shall then ask him how I shall run the presidency and what I should do. And he will ask Onassis and Montini — as JFK did — and relay back to me my orders.”
Ribicoff — Kennedy, Nader stooge Senator: “McGovern is exactly — I repeat — exactly like our revered JFK and Teddy. He is just as honest. Elect him.”
Valerie Kushner (hubby, a 5 year POW in Vietnam): “Total confusion. Which way to flagellate frenzy? Toward hubby’s cage in Vietnam, or Mary Jo’s grave?” (Jiggling) “Just vote for George.”
Mrs. Martin Luther King: “I sympathize with Teddy. He says he isn’t running because of fear for his life.” She looked up at Martin’s picture. “I wonder. I wonder if George is safe.”
Shirley Chisholm’s second speech started out: “The hour is late. Time for America is running out…” and Mafia Paley’s CBS switched promptly to ten minutes of Mrs. King, Cronkite, Shell Oil — and switched back when that speech was over.
McGovern was nominated. Shirley Chisholm — from Meyer Lansky’s Dearville Hotel , where she had her Presidential headquarters: “The delegates have made history here tonight.” Yes.
McGovern’s first call was from Teddy. Said George: “Thank you, sir, for giving me the Presidency. Won’t you please, at least, be V.P.? What shall I do?” Teddy: “For the record, I decline for the very most real irrevocable Chappaquiddick reasons. I will tell you what to do after I have discussed it with our family father, Jackie’s hubby, Onassis, who murdered my revered brother, JFK, and took his broad and his shotgun — Jackie and the Pentagon — in approved Mafia Senatorial Code fashion,

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and my eternal father, God, Mafia Montini, who owns my eternal Chappaquiddick soul in Rome forevermore — just as my revered brother, JFK, did, and was told to “Holy Crusade” Vietnam and its Heroin in behalf of both of my Mafia Fathers, plus my real Mafia Father. Now, George, that would be, let’s see — 1960, hmmm — that would be Onassis, John XXIII, and Joseph P. I’m confused, George, and my head still hurts where it hit that Dyke Bridge curb after I busted Mary Jo’s nose with a backhand of my fist of iron and bailed out and let her take that flip in the Pond. In the back seat. That squawking broad. Can you imagine her threatening to run to Nader? Big ears on the call from Tunney and back to Alioto, the son of a bitch who blew the 1968 election because of a fucking hit-run on the guy who’s got a grenade up my ass — and it hurts, George. Big nose about Bobby’s club murder, and JFK’s — my papa’s New Jersey Mafia — even Onassis’ heroin into Boston with Papa’s booze in 1932. Goddamn her, George. You just sit tight, George. Don’t you make no mistakes. There isn’t a man near you that isn’t one of my Mafia — Mankiewicz, Salinger, Matt Troy, Fred Dutton, Stearns, Hart, Weil, Douglas, Familian, Palevsky- and you’ll be getting more by the platoons. Montini and Onassis have decided on another goon, right at your side — one of theirs — Symington and Hearnes’ Eagleton. They haven’t convicted him of anything, yet, and they can’t connect him to me. But he’s a ‘soldier,’ Georgie, remember that. Damn! Damn! Damn! You took my presidency! I’m gonna cry.” End of the phone call — and Teddy sobbed in Rosie’s lap, and Joanie stroked his head and fed him liver.
(At about that time, my mother told me to answer the phone. It was some female: “Is Portia there?” “No,” I told her. The only Portia I ever heard of was someone in Shakespeare’s “Merchant of Venice.” A character in a play — and all I remember about her was that she got the job done — whatever it was. I think she poisoned some son-of-a-bitch. And killed him dead.)
McGovern’s Kennedy Mafia cocoon gets their orders from Daley and Kennedy who get theirs from the same source Dickie does — Onassis, Montini, and all of MMORDIS. And they told McGovern to select Montini’s Mafia Eagleton of Missouri, St. Louis where the Mafia group is Cervantes and Shenker (like Alioto-Coblentz-Sweig here) — descendants of Prendergrast Truman’s Mafia call — Eagleton, who will be President in case McGovern doesn’t play ball — like Johnson — after Dallas — will play ball. In the Senate Mafia club code. so go the plans.
A McGovern money aide — lawyer Miles Rubin: We won. Now we will begin to accept big Mafia money chunks — special gifts. Morris Dees and Kimmelman: “It’ll work. We will pass the hat to the capidonico — just as Mafia Stans does for Mafia Dickie.”

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Teddy’s McGovern for Prez — and the Mafia Demo orgy overflows into the aisles — a mass fuck in the busted nose face of Pennsylvania corpse, Mary Jo. A Kennedy alternate carries the banner for Teddy — whose face is buried — deep and sobbing in shitty Mafia skirts. The third congratulatory call to McGovern was from Chappaquiddick Dickie: “Please, George, don’t prosecute us for the CIA bugging of your offices — that would make our campaign look dirty. Remember, as Jack Anderson prints, us Mafia parties have the same boss and we always cooperate in time of trouble. By the way, thanks for helping to get us out of that Mafia ITT mess in San Diego and letting us use your Mafia facilities here behind the moats of Miami. Let’s not have any real dirt this time. It’s like any wrestling match. The people don’t want us to get hurt. Say hello to Lansky and all the Mafia that give you the facilities there and after the wrestling match we’ll get together and cut up the cake. Give my love to Teddy and I’ll see you all around. I understand the Mafia is furnishing you all with a good batch of broads this year. Don’t wear ‘em out, George. Save something for us. We’ll be there next month.”
Inside the hall, a crawling thing is already swallowed — a cocoon. Outside, are forlorn chants: “Aaaah — for the Mafia that owns Miami, Chicago, New York, St. Louis, San Francisco — all the cities, all the states, all America. Aaaah — for the CIA and its Southeast Asia opium network. Alms for the love of Allah.”
In Rome, at the convention start, State Secretary Rogers conferred in a secret back room with Mafia Montini. Today, Reagan carries on the “business discussion” with His Gray Eminence. (It’s about approval for Dickie’s new V.P. — who must be of Montini’s choosing — probably Dallas Bullet Connally, Secretary of The Treachery — and the only Texas Maf who isn’t currently a fugitive from Justice — because J. Mafia Hoover was murdered — and Connally’s file was burned.”
Black delegate: “McGovern has double-crossed everybody.”
Steinem: “You promised you would not take the low road, McGovern, you bastard.”
Ribicoff, who nominated George: “I won’t take the V.P. slot. Up your McBraket.”
Askew, keynoter: V.P.? Hell no — no way.”
Woodcock: “V.P.? Fuck you.”
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and so he will write a bill that will increase the supply of those parts (bombing increase somewhere. A use, you see, for all of those gory remnants in Vietnam. Maybe some of you will be wearing POW livers — instead of eating them.).
Wallace, in a wheelchair, and the portraits of two Mafia-murdered, Mafia Kennedys and a King loomed prominently over this dead-fucking Mafia orgy (There was no chance to replace Johnson’s portrait with that of Mary Jo.).
(Not present — hiding — were Meany, Daley, Johnson, Roosevelts, Paley, Pat Brown, Sweig, Lynch, and masses of treasonous Mafia.)
“Reforms would ruin us,” said the Mafia Demo rulers. And McGovern had his delegates vote down the very reform charter he himself proposed. And there we are. Kennedy’s cocoon in which McGovern is swallowed. No reforms. The Kennedy Mafia has announced it will now accept massive chunks of loot. And now the labor Mafia and Vatican Mafia will buy back in — and out of the cocoon will emerge a Mafia butterfly. Kennedy’s McGovern. Or they will kill him in the cocoon — and Vatican Kennedy Eagleton, impressed by the murder — as Johnson was — will carry on. Either way, this was the best solution Dickie and Teddy could work out to cover the murders for their employers, and jointly preserve the Cancer Mafia Election Process. Palevsky — Mafia McGovern money — left in a huff, before McGovern was nominated. (“I don’t need you — I want Teddy.”)
House Speaker Albert: “We will dig the grave and bury all Republicans in the despicable ignominy they deserve. Along with Mary Jo.”
O’Brien: “We have shown a completely truthful and honest convention. We did not hide from any difficult Chappaquiddick issues. We allowed every Mary Jo American to be heard. Openly, freely, fairly. We achieved reforms. The spirit of this convention has been that of leveling with the American peeepul on all issues. I now quit my job as chairman of the Mafia Democratic Party. I am going back to the $50 thousand PR job that Onassis’ “Hughes” gave me out of Lansky’s skim money from Vegas, that assassin Maheu delivered to me and Hubert and Rebozo and Dickie in ‘68 — as bribes . And, like Montini and Bobby Baker and Tony Boyle, I am gonna write a book too. I am not gonna hang alone.”
Flash to Mafia airport, Kennedy International: “Here comes Teddy to bless McGovern.”
Peabody’s V.P. nominator: “We must elect a V.P. We cannot allow him to be appointed by Onassis — or anointed by Montini.”
Texas delegate, on TV: Our Governor, Lieutenant Governor, and State Legislature, are all in jail down there for Mafia murder and looting. Mitchell’s Criminal Justice Chief, Wilson, is a fugitive from Justice down there, and he’s sweeping though the state, looting like Quantrell — as fugitive Mitchell does in Washington. His honor, our State Attorney General, was just arrested yesterday. Us girls are just sitting here clutching our purses. It ain’t safe in Texas any more and this is Mafia Central…Which Mafia TV station are you with?”
Senator Gravel: “They won’t let me speak. That tells the whole story. Now they let me have a word. Elect a V.P. — don’t let them choke one down your throat. The V.P. post belongs to the people. He could be your President — and probably will, the way the Maf knocks them over. I released the Pentagon Papers to you — the peeepul.” (He’s there. Ellsberg gets 150 years in prison.) “I released the Kissinger Papers. Dole censured me. Total secrecy of American murder. American genocide. Priests are prosecuted on phony charges. Kennedy-McGovern Mafia hoods put the muscle on those who would have nominated me — so I hereby nominate myself.”
Self V.P. candidate Smothers: “I ask everyone here who deplored all of the assassinations — and the attempt on Wallace — to stand up.” One human stood up. The rest continued masturbating.
One vote for Archie Bunker. This is a fun affair. And from the mass stupidity and wide-eyed innocence, so plain on CBS-TV, the stumbling and bumbling, one would never spot the directed cancerous Mafia Election Process, steering the Mafia cocoon into the White House — “Montini-Onassis West.” (And that is where I want it.)
Two votes for Roger Mudd — who works for Mafia Paley — oil — who owns CBS (visibly) — who fired Stanton, hired ITT Ireland — CBS — where, having read these papers, they were “too busy.”
One vote for Martha Mitchell — Poucha Pond John’s Mafia mouth.
One vote for necrophiliac Nader — sponsor of Mary Jo’s swim.
One vote for Dowdy — convicted Texas Congressman.
And then the cocoon was complete — Eagleton was nominated. Kennedy’s Hart and Mankiewics held a grave-fucking Mafia embrace.
Strauss, the visible money of the Mafia Demo Party during the years mentioned in here — from Sept. 16, 1968, when Alioto clobbered my car, to the present — quit too. Writing a book, ya know — and other names move in — some visible, all bearing special gifts — Mafia style.
Interlude before Kennedy introduces his new cocoon to the mass orgy. All up in the aisles dancing and drooling. Here comes the Big Fuck toward the grave and they all thrill. (Tomorrow a.m., McGovern meets the

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Committee Of 72 — some of the big Mafia money chunks. If he takes the oath, he gets the loot. He will. Blood lust in his nostrils — and there is no God over Presidents. No law. No check. Just Mafia. Computers will punch out the cash profit per American murder — per non-American murder. The yearly take. As Onassis-”Hughes”-Lansky-Maheu do in any of their Vegas joints. How much skim from the Gross National Product? (41%, under Dickie.)
And then the cocoon shell — Eagleton (first appointed to the Senate, because his Mafia predecessor was caught by Life Magazine, looting tills for the Mafia — Senator Long): “We are learning to live with things.” (Chappaquiddick) “Our faults make us strong.” (Hersh, last week: “Chappaquiddick put the iron in Teddy’s soul.”) “We will not attack Dickie.” (He doesn’t dare attack us). “John Kennedy’s brother will be with us presently. JFK said, “Ask not what your country can do for you — but what you can do for your country.” (An empty cross waits for Teddy — as for Montini. Both testify about Christ: “He died in order that humanity might live.”) “We want to do more for mankind.” (Yes, indeed.)
Hello Dolly serenade — and Teddy appears, with Joanie, in a frenzied, frothy-mouthed welcome. “Great party needs a great purpose. Jefferson beat tyranny. Jackson beat privilege. Wilson set us free. Roosevelt let us share the wealth.” (and heroin, war, Fatima #1) “Humphrey and Truman gave us equality.” (Onassis and Fatima #2) “JFK asked citizens what they could do.” (Vietnam, Fatima #3) “Johnson said we shall overcome.” (Keep J. Mafia Hoover inside the tent pissin’ out, not outside pissin’ in) “Joanie and I ate Mary Jo’s liver. We are all united in our heritage. We have reviewed ourselves. Republicans have had their chance. There is a new wind across the nation — and in this room.” (the stench of frenzied fucking on rotting corpses) “I give you my new butterfly: George McGovern. Join us for liver.”
Humphrey and Muskie (who climbed aboard my back — President and Vice President — on Sept. 16, 1968) — ushered the new butterfly — and all raised their Mafia wings — Kennedy Eagleton and Kennedy McGovern. (Music: “When The Saints Come Marching In.”)
George: “This is Montini’s Friday Sunrise Service. My benediction to Senator Chappaquiddick Kennedy — and, of course, also to you citizens, and also what’s-his-name, Eagleton. I accept my gift — I mean — nomination. I thank the most courageous and eloquent human in this land for the gift of his presidency — the Honorable Senator Teddy Kennedy.
“You, out there — got me to this stage — by small contributions. Open and genuine. I thank you.” (Tomorrow, the Mafia takes over.)

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“The peeepul have nominated me. You will see. We’ll give it to you next January. My competition was the finest America has to offer. Mafia Alioto’s Mafia Humphrey, Vatican Mafia Muskey. Pentagon Onassis’ Mafia Jackson. Lansky’s Deauville Shirley Chisholm. Teddy’s Mafia Congressional looter Mills. Mafia gut-shot Wallace — and all of us despise the assassination attempt.” (This time, no-one stood up) “Nixon is the issue in this campaign — and we’ll kick his ass — all the way out. Albert will dig the grave and bury him with Mary Jo. We chose the struggle.” (Teddy) “Reform the party,” (canceled) “and let the peeepul in.” (we need someone to screw) “This is the time for the truth. I will allow no secrets. Let me inside the White House and I will tell you what is going on. This is the time for the truth. The war. I will end it.” (Shift to Thailand, to protect Teddy’s father’s [Onassis] opium routes) “Never again will we prop up a corrupt dictator abroad.” (We will bring Teddy’s father’s Thieu over here and give him a cabinet post, Secretary of the Treachery. We will bring Teddy’s father’s prelates over here and give them government purchased churches. Father 1 is Onassis. Father 2 is Montini. That’s my public plan) “We will protect Lansky’s Israel and Onassis’ Greece and all of our similar allies — such as Teddy’s father’s dope-pushing Chiang in Taiwan. We will open sealed doors on 40 years of old wars, and conduct the big one right out in the open — Fatima #3, for both of Teddy’s fathers. No American will shed blood overseas.” (You will do it right here at home — Fatima #3 ain’t a one-way street no more) “We must make this a time of Justice. Justice and Truth. Chicken in every pot. Living income for everyone.” (as per my living income over the last 4 years of total clamp and murder. As per Mary Jo’s) “We must show that we are just and truthful. Help me into the White House so that Teddy and Onassis and Montini can continue to fuck you all — in the name of Christ and the Mafia National Interest. We have a dream. We are going forward. Our land — yours and mine.” (leased to the Mafia for one buck a year.). “God give us the wisdom,” (That’s you, Montini, where Rogers and Reagan confer this minute) “to continue the successful fucking of Mary Jo.”
(Music: “Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord. Glory Hallelujah!” Frenzied orgy in the aisles.)
McGovern kisses Joanie, and then his wife. Teddy shakes his courageous mane and raises his fist of iron that busted Mary Jo’s nose. The soul of iron strides out in glory with Willie Brown (and there was a frown on Martin Luther’s portrait). Bishop somebody has blessed us all.
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Last quotes: “President Kennedy was great. I asked him to come here — and hand me over.” (Bobby’s Mankiewicz saw that McGovern was heir to the delegates that murdered Bobby had collected in 1968 — so that McGovern could bid for the presidency using Mafia murdered Bobby’s dead votes at the 1968 Mafia Chicago bit — murder, you see, and Omerta — part of the game in which you are slaughtered like beef, for profit — say, in heroin Vietnam — object: to save those Mafia rigged votes — that’s what it’s all about.)
(Said liver-eating Joanie, on the telethon: “We must involve everybody.” Very successful as it turned out — one massive dead-fuck on Mary Jo’s busted nose grave. Mankiewicz, of course, was one of the heroes of Chappaquiddick — a friend of Mary Jo. He will be the next Attorney General — replacing Poucha Pond John.)
McGovern: “No-one likes to admit that my decision to run as a cocoon for Teddy came from secret arrangements behind closed doors — heavy since Chappaquiddick — but mine did. With Mafia precedent. Since four administrations of both Mafia parties have charted a terrible war behind closed doors. (Fatima #3) “I want those doors opened.” (The war secrecy — already opened — not Chappaquiddick — not Hughes — not heroin — for which you will die) “The war will move to Thailand — in fact — we will only guard the opium routes — Montini’s top priority. That’s my deal.” (We will bring Thieu over here — Hart and Mankiewicz and all the Kennedys can use him here in our operation — since he is an American trained and highly skilled political genius — and we can always use good Mafia talent.)
(Present at that Lansky Miami Mafia Convention Hall, were mobiles, dangling from the ceiling — you know, tinkling things that dangle in the breeze — in heroin Thailand — to ward off evil spirits. My Dickie-murdered father had, dangling on his string, murdered J. Mafia Hoover and Joseph Mafia Kennedy, and a long string of tinkling Mafia bones. Mary Jo dangled John Mafia Kennedy and Bobby Mafia Kennedy — and fine strings of gossamer thread around the necks of that dead-fucking Mafia orgy crowd. She needs more tinkles on her strings. Tisserant and Father Mootz had a string of Papal bones. There were many more there with mobiles. One of whom was Christ. He dangled one empty cross for Montini (Christ isn’t on it anymore. He got off at Chappaquiddick). There is a vacancy. A huge Miami vacancy — enough for all the cancer. Same cross. Now vacated. These murdered mobile operators will remain around Miami during the Mafia Republican Convention endorsement of Chappaquiddick Montini-”Hughes”-Dickie for that massive Mary Jo dead-fucking orgy. Reinforced by other tinkling bones — including Onassis’ “Howard Hughes,” The Yablonski family, and, and, and…

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Twenty three of the Mafia hotels housing this Mafia Convention, and the next one, are owned by known Mafia murderers — known, nurtured and revered, for the past 47 years — by all who rule the U.S. of Mafia here under the benevolence of Grecian Mafia Onassis and Roman Mafia Montini.
Joanie’s telethon — to “rescue” both Mafia Parties — “We want to involve everybody” — was held at the Deauville (owned by Onassis murderers Meyer Lansky, Sam Cohen and Morris Lansburgh — currently under legal Mafia — automatic release — indictment for skimming $35 million from Vegas casinos for Onassis’ “Hughes” to purchase things like Dickie and Teddy and the multi-national economy of the world via the Miami “Hughes Medical Research” Mafia Money Funnel, that filters Laotian heroin through the U.S. to Switzerland and back — “clean,” washed, unknown, untaxed Mafia cancer loot that provided the food, lodging, broads, booze and heroin for the Mass dead-fucking Mary Jo orgy just held in Lansky’s Convention Hall — and reserved for the next one, which was shifted from San Diego for assorted Mafia reasons.). At any rate, the one who controls congressional loot (excuse me — yours), Teddy’s Mafia Congressman Mills, and Garry’s Mafia Congressman Shirley Chisholm, the black reformer — set up their Presidential Headquarters in Lansky’s Deauville. Lansky lives with Golda Meir in Israel — a fugitive from Justice — as are Mitchell and Wilson — Attorney General and Criminal Chief Justice of the U.S. of Mafia. Said McGovern: “We shall protect Israel, and Lansky, and give them our loot.” The Israeli per capita income — from U.S. of Mafia gift money — alone — is $5,100 per year, per Israeli human. It was called the 51st State. What is it that the U.S. of Mafia gives you? Let’s see — Plato: “Leader impoverishes by taxes, compelling public, full time, daily wants, so… ‘too busy’ to conspire against him…” Answer: The Mafia gives you Mary Jo. Onassis and Jackie, the leaders of Teddy’s Mafia, were not present at the convention. Why should they be? All of Onassis’ Mafia families have delegates in Miami — watching closely to prevent a photo of Mary Jo from replacing Johnson’s — or the mention of her name — while they humped in studied unison toward the Mecca of her grave.
But, as I told Garry — the filming of this is clinically beautiful. And Garry smiled and said. “You know, there are others who are brave and it does take time. It can’t be done overnight. This is Mafia imperialism — in full view of all.” And, knowing that lawyers are the Mafia residue of puke, I wondered about his political philosophy (2,041 of those at Miami were Mafia lawyers — and it only took 1,509 to nominate anything — all flailing away on Mary Jo’s corpse.) — Garry [Unreadable ] lines to Moscow, Peking, Hanoi, Delhi, Egypt, Africa, South America. CIA running in and out in frenzy.
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was because it took Jerry Rubin (Vatican Mafia murderer in charge of the local CIA office — a hangover from the days of Mafia ITT McCone at the time of the double Diem-Kennedy murders, which resulted — after Chappaquiddick — in the murders of Hampton and Clark) that much extra time to read my latest papers and make his deal with Garry. When Rubin left, I went in and Garry said, “The hierarchy doesn’t like people who step on their toes. You are dead.” And it hurt him when I answered — truthfully, “So are you. And your family goes with you. It is, as Dickie says, a game of murder. But I set all the rules. I own the bat.” Let’s see, Garry did free Angela Davis, and all of the Black Panthers who weren’t murdered a la Hampton and Clark. Garry angrily labeled things “Black Panther Genocide.” Said he, bitterly, “I knew those kids all their lives.” (Hampton and Clark) I read the news — and things were set up long ago. I judge that three-fourths of the world (by appropriate proxy, and otherwise — Chile to Korea, Boston to Hanoi, Capetown to Platinum Siberia) is fingering this film in a frenzy of their own — and probably bitter laughter. The U.S. of Mafia, a necrophiliac nation, is “too busy” — as at Miami, fucking graves — and “digging new ones to bury Dickie and all the Republicans” — Speaker Albert’s suggestion (He’s the replacement for Mafia Vatican Voloshen-Donato-Heffernan-Sweig Speaker of the House McCormack — who was the chairman of this National Mafia Democratic Convention, along with Mafia President Truman and Mafia President Johnson — not present, since he is a fugitive from Justice down in Texas — together with Mafia Connally and every Mafia public official in Texas). Today, they arrested Mafia Representatives Collins — Texas — in Washington for Mafia looting. He was granted Congressional Immunity and they sent his squawking aide to the can for 15 years. You ladies from that Texas delegation — forget your purses — they’re gone anyhow — just don’t bend over. McGovern said: “America — Fuck it or leave it. We’re gonna fuck it good — fuck it! fuck it! fuck it!…as he wheeled in frenzy to face Pennsylvania, birthplace and grave of freedom — and salute, with his free hand.
Today, in Rome — Mafia Montini — with both hands under his robe — and gazing toward Pennsylvania — satisfied, like old Frazier, the lion — issued a Papal Nuncio: “All confessions of all sins must be made promptly to my priests — in person — and signed in blackmail blood. No longer will we accept unsigned group confessions — such as in our wars, where entire groups are dying at once. There will be no more leaks, like Tisserant. Ours is the greatest CIA of all — Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!…”

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(That’s good. Lots of stuff comes from those confessions — and from pukey legal files.)
The alter ego of “Hughes” is Hughes Tool — Mouth of the Mafia Money Funnel. The alter ego of Onassis, who is “Hughes,” via murder, is Chappaquiddick Dickie.
The alter ego of Teddy is McGovern. Onassis is the alter ego of Teddy. And also his father, via murdering his brothers. Montini is Teddy’s alter Father also.
Vote for either or vote for both. The next President is Onassis-Montini, as it is right now. Sponsors of Fatima #3. My preference — for the title of President — is Teddy (his alter ego McGovern). It doesn’t really matter — but I did give the title to Dickie — via the Sept. 16, 1968 Alioto hit-run — and Dickie did murder my father and Mary Jo — in return. I think I should un-elect him, don’t you? The massive provocative mutilation of Vietnam is merely a projection of Dickie’s frenzied dead-fucking on the graves of Mary Jo and Howard Hughes. The world watches in bitter horror as the pack trains of heroin crunch on corpses on their way to Alioto’s San Francisco and Onassis’ Switzerland and Montini’s Rome.
“I made my deal in a secret room,” said McGovern. “Just as four administrations met behind closed doors to promote a horrible war. That — murder — by Montini and Onassis — was my president.” A horrible truth to the entire dead-fucking nation — who joined in frenzied Masturbating Mafia everywhere, in one gigantic shout of Teddy-McGovern joy in Necrophilia.
That deal was made two weeks after Chappaquiddick — August 5, 1969 — in the home of Henry Kimelman,Washington branch. (Chappaquiddick looked hopeless — even for Onassis-Dickie and Montini. The Chappaquiddick phone calls were out. Everything was out. I had informed Mack, Greenagel, Wright, Dickie, Mitchell, places around here and overseas). McGovern, the “visibly” cleanest one they could find — who still belonged to the club — was called, as he was called in 1968 to pick up Bobby’s dead votes and try for it at Chicago (McGovern was briefed then — along with Humphrey — of Alioto’s Mafia connections — by J. Mafia Hoover, who was himself quietly murdered to “shut the mouth” of the beleaguered Mafia Blackmail Monster). Henry Kimelman is “visibly” a Caribbean (owned by Onassis — see the Lansky CIA Papers) real estate dealer. Kimelman arranged the $6 million necessary to nominate McGovern. The deal? Total Kennedy machine — all Mafia money — Papal aid — to elect McGovern. The price? Eternal lid on Chappaquiddick. And the next day McGovern was at Hyannisport, offering support to Teddy “in his ordeal.” “Kennedy is great,” he said then. And after his acceptance speech last night, he expanded that. Said McGovern:

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“Senator Ted Kennedy is the most courageous human in America. Teddy was great.”
All of the reforms are now squashed. All of the Labor Maf, Jewish Maf, will be back in the fold. Wallace, properly admonished by gut-shot, will remain in the Demo fold thus retaining votes that Dickie got last time out. Kimelman is now funneling the Major Mafia Money chunks which now take over. Bright eyed young McGovern fanatics were fucked by McGovern while both he, and they, held that Mass — a Mass of dead fucking on Mary Jo’s grave. Said Gloria Steinem (whose partner, Barbara Phillips, read this shit), to McGovern: “You bastard — You shafted us.” Not really, because Sinatra, who was in on Lansky’s Miami deals (his hearings on this were squashed in the Mafia Congress, just prior to the Conventions) — Sinatra, the Mafia, succeeded in getting “Jesus Christ” Shirley MacLaine appointed to the National Democratic Committee.
Victorville Army Base — late World War II. Bomber crews returning from Europe for reassignment. This day my job was picking up things in front of the headquarters with a stick with a spike on the end of it and putting them in a sack I carried. Up the walk a batch of 50 mission crush officers surrounding their leader. I paused to watch the show. The leader smiled at me — the same smile I saw on TV in Miami — and they went up onto the porch. A sudden shell and there was the wrath of God — the leader — flanked by a few — snarling at me. “Don’t you know how to salute, soldier?” Me: “Yes, but I have a stick in one hand and a sack in the other. I didn’t know I was required to.” He, livid: “ Yes, what, soldier?” Me: “Yes, Sir!” He: “A salute is a mark of respect. You will salute me and you will salute these men. Now, soldier! Or I’ll court-martial you into the next war!” (I was confused. So were some of the others). I handed him my stick and saluted. He passed the stick back and returned the salute from six inches, like venomous spit in my face. He left, and I kept my back to everything, bent over, picking up things, until that group of heroes left the building. If you don’t see them, you don’t have to salute — this I knew. Later, Bill Ross, a friend, who worked at headquarters, came out. “Who was that? He was gonna court-martial me, and the rules state that I don’t have to salute when I’m on duty with my hands full.” Said Bill: “His name is McGovern — and he could do it, too. He’s quite a hero.”
So is Bill Ross. Bill Ross was the campaign manager for ex-FBI Agent Club Member (Maheu variety), Evelle Younger — who covered up the Bobby Kennedy murder in L.A. — for the Mafia — as D.A. of Los Angeles. Younger is now State Attorney. Gene sat on the lid (his assistant was Neil Gendel, who quit, calling Younger a Mafia son-of-a-bitch, and yet running himself with Kay Pachtner,

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a necrophiliac Nader Chappaquiddick broad — away from these papers.) So is Bill Ross — for, you see, in 1974, Mafia Younger plans to run against Mafia Alioto for Governor of California, to replace Ronald Reagan. Other candidates from the Mafia legislature will also decorate the Democratic show — announcing interest, so far — are Mafia Moscone, Mafia Moretti, and Mafia Pelosi (whose two daughters — Newsom’s nieces — were barbecued during the middle of the “Look” Alioto Mafia trial — in order to win a verdict by forcing all the judges, jury and attorneys to put out the fire and smell the stench of barbecued girl flesh. Also running will be Mafia Willie Brown, who left the Mafia Miami Convention Hall, clutching the fist of iron that crushed Mary Jo — the soul of iron — Teddy Kennedy — the most courageous man in the U.S. of Mafia. Dick Carlson, who wrote the “Look” Alioto Mafia article — my Dickie-appointed investigator of the Sept. 16, 1968…oh shit, I’m sick. Pardon me while I puke.
At any rate, I salute you, George McGovern. I shall even aid to attain your goal. And I do elect and un-elect Presidents. And Popes. And such things. Proven. By Computers, George. I want the very tinkliest tinkling things on my mobile — an eternity Yo-Yo. You qualify — with the rest of the cancer.
An ex-CIA friend has put together all the law. Boiled down, it says: “Anyone who dead-fucks on the grave of Mary Jo and all that is buried there is guilty of every major crime known to history and Christianity. That one is Mafia — is Cancer — is Death. That one must be destroyed. All of those ones must be destroyed. Or, as with cancer, all will be destroyed.”
Coming up — next month — same site — Miami — Month of the Onassis “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel — the Republican Mafia — behind the same Mafia moats — will meet — far removed from Mafia C. Arnholdt Smith’s San Diego. (He is currently indicted for fraud and Mafia muscle. His partner, Schulman, is the employer of Thelma Golding — a Portland Maf. Thelma sent my mother a murder sympathy card — re. my Dickie-murdered father. Said Thelma: “Watch out for that son of yours.” (me). “He’s a son-of-a-bitch. Everything that’s rotten.” My mother cried. It had only been two weeks since Dickie murdered my father. Three and a half years and my mother was almost dead, courtesy of Dickie. A note from my daughter’s mother states that my daughter — age and beauty of Mary Jo Kopechne — is weak and has black-out periods. My mother barely toddles. I don’t know Thelma Golding — met her once, said hello, many years ago. But I do understand. Murder of my mother —

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and my daughter — by Dickie, Montini, the U.S. of Mafia, a necrophiliac nation, which is “too busy.” Too busy to die.
Dickie and his Mafia use two-handed strokes, like Montini. That Miami Mafia meet will be the fuck of the century. “The Show Must Go On” — Mafia Sinatra, McGovern, Teddy, Eagleton, Dickie, Montini — all say this. So, what — after that — dead-fucking Mary Jo — do they do for an encore?
A 2000 year old fuck festival. A real gang bang. They ate his liver — all of them. Now for the finale. Gang fuck on Christ. Gang Bang.
One of Charles Manson’s murdering group, a female, said: “Fuck. And just as he blows — kill. What you get is the fuck of the dead.”
Nader’s Chappaquiddick broads. “Hughes” Elizabeth Jean Peters. Joanie. Mama Rosie. Barbara Phillips. Women’s Liberty. “Jesus Christ” Shirley MacLaine. Lansky’s Deauville Shirley Chisholm. Onassis’ Jackie. John’s Martha.
Gotta be nuns — at least. Potential Virgin Mothers, all. U.S. of Mafia for sure. Part of a necrophiliac nation that fucks the dead — including, for a finale, a gang bang — the massive fucking of Christ. (Said Betty Waterhouse: “Christ was a shit disturber. He deserved what he got.)
Manson’s broads were innocent — by Presidential Precedent. Alioto was innocent. Pure. By that same precedent. Teddy’s Chappaquiddick purity was established by the precedent of Christ’s murder. Murder is innocent — by precedent. Vietnam — a Papal Holy Crusade — spare parts for California legislators — POW livers for sale in the hock shops — individual confessions required — mass war murder, or otherwise, like in ponds. Genocide is innocent, by precedent — legalized be the U.S. of Mafia cancer, the Roman cancer, the Grecian cancer. Garry agreed with this — re: his own affairs. No court to take it to. The court is cancer — a sum of its parts.
That’s how it is. Gang bang on Christ coming up. Charging up to that cross they’ll get splinters up their frenzied organs. He isn’t there. He got off at Chappaquiddick. After 2000 years of indignities — he wouldn’t take any more. But don’t worry about the splinters. You will find yourself contemplating your navel for the next 22 hours, as it rots away.
Slip of the tongue. On his just completed world tour for Dickie — passing out Mafia loot, plugging leaks and searching for Tisserant’s papers — Secretary of the Treachery Connally stopped at Kabul, Afghanistan. Waiting for him there was Dr. “Red” Duke — who plugged up the hole in Connally’s chest from one of Oswald’s bullets at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, Nov. 22, 1963, where Connally and murdered JFK were taken. (Just after Chappaquiddick, the famous surgeon, Dr. Duke, was shipped to the lonesomest mountain in Afghanistan

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to minister the medical needs of occasional goat herders in the Jalalabad area — try to find it on a map.) Only Connally, Onassis and a handful of Mafia know how to get a message to him. But they did. And famed Dr. Duke came into Kabul on a mule to meet Mafia John. Afghan greeters were surprised when Connally Mafia embraced “Red” Duke and explained: “This man saved my life. He plugged up the hole in my chest from Oswald’s bullet and he fixed the other bullet, which is still in my neck, so that it doesn’t hurt too much.” Said one surprised Afghan mayor: “But, Mr. Connally, there were only two shots fired — your government says — both by Oswald. If you caught both of them — fired from behind the car — who fired the one from the front that entered JFK’s throat — as he was looking up — and blew off the back of his head — spattering brain tissue in the face of a cop on a bike behind the car — you know, the cop, who, just after Chappaquiddick, was shipped to Onassis’ sanitarium on the Greek island of Tinos — the one from which Howard Hughes was lowered… Mr. Connally? Where are you going? Come back. You just got here…” Too late — Connally was gone — en route to Rome.
A hippie was standing nearby. “Mayor — your fuzz — I’m an American. To uphold the honor of my country, I’ll answer you. Maheu’s Roselli, from the original CIA Maheu Castro assassination group, fired the JFK head-blowoff shot from the overpass — in front. Two more shots were fired by two of Mafia Marcello’s finest — one near the overpass and one from the grassy knoll. They missed — in that CIA crossfire — because Roselli’s first one got Kennedy. Everybody missed in Chicago, on Nov. 1, 1963, on JFK, but they batted .500 on that day anyhow: Onassis-McCone’s Captain Nung blasted Diem at a railroad crossing in Saigon as a train roared by (Daley, in Chicago, murdered Hampton and Clark — after Chappaquiddick — because they knew of the Chicago end of this). Maheu’s Gene Cesar got Bobby with three shots in the back of the head — from a foot away — while hypnotic Sirhan shot up the rest of the room — from in front. Teddy busted Mary Jo’s nose and let her flip in the pond at Chappaquiddick — as he bailed out on the bridge — because she knew this — she was with Bobby in L.A. — and because she heard the Chappaquiddick calls — plug-in phone, behind the day bed — from Tunney and to Alioto — in S.F. — about the Alioto hit-run on Roberts’ car on Sept. 16, 1968, that elected Dickie to the presidency. Hypnotic Bremer missed on Wallace, but scared him into line. Kennedy’s McGovern will win because Roberts wants it that way. For filming purposes.”
Mayor: “If this is so, why are you here — in poverty? Why doesn’t all of America and the world know? Why don’t they do something about it?”
Hippie: “Who’s to tell them? What makes you think they don’t know? Why should they do anything about it? They’re in it. They’re Mafia Cancer too.

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“For instance: the New York Times got a Pulitzer Prize for publishing the Pentagon Papers. Since they were out, Senator Gravel got a V.P. nomination for issuing the Pentagon Papers. President Johnson made $2 million by issuing a book of them to cover his own tracks. Ellsberg got 115 years in prison for releasing them. Said Ellsberg: ‘If I’m a conspirator, then the U.S. Constitution is dead.’ (It is). ‘If I’m a spy, then the American Public is the enemy.’ (It is. Necrophiliac Nation — U.S. of Mafia). ‘If I am a thief, then the government, not the people, owns history.’ (It does. Back to the murder of Christ and forward to Fatima #3). Me? I am here because I was hyped for 30 days (as was John Tunney’s sister — just before she chopped off her hubby’s head — when she was sent to Norway — after Chappaquiddick — because she heard John Tunney’s opening Chappaquiddick phone call to Teddy at the cottage — made from her S.F. home, about Alioto’s desperate try to be Governor over Tunney’s fucked body) — and I was dumped off here with a habit. Those nomads over there, with the guns — see them? Those guns are loaded. If Dr. ‘Red’ Duke doesn’t get back on his mule and head for the hills — he’s dead. And if I don’t get a fix and go back to my hole, I’m dead — two ways — heroin and them. And since you were stupid enough to ask this question — and I answered you — in full view and hearing — what do you think of your future, Mr. Dead Mayor Fuzz?”
And that’s the way the cancer spreads. World wide trail of Cancer Conally, for instance.
George — castigating the yardbird — in the desert sun at Victorville — was unconstitutional. I was correct. Army law says this. He was a 50 mission crush murderer then — spreading smart bombs from a mile high on sandwich meat — Tanya’s — crucified by Heroin — Mafia Roosevelt — Kennedy — Onassis’ World War II — Fatima #1. Today he carries the banner of Fatima #3 for Montini-Kennedy-Onassis-Dickie and all of MMORDIS. Vicious, unconstitutional, murdering them. And Mafia ambitions — a completely treasonous, cancerous glob — sucked up and sucking the cancerous ass of Mafia. Dead-fucking Mary Jo with Teddy. Gang banging Christ.
My job, that day, was picking up garbage — “flushing shit.” Elizabeth Dale, the ex-ITT broad — who wears a 62-carat heart shaped sapphire — originally offered to Dickie’s wife about Aug. 5, 1969, the date that Kimelman made his secret deal about Chappaquiddick with McGovern — said to me, shortly before my father’s murder, “I might kill you myself. You have no right to play with people’s lives.” She was wrong, of course. These are not people. Cancer. And I am not playing. Cancer goes. My finger won’t be on any of those nuclear buttons that will be pushed. I won’t personally conduct a final experiment — interrupted when Alioto clobbered my car. The cancer is responsible for its own death — in the very process of consuming its host — the human lunch. Said she: “You’re insane.” Said Al Strom: “He’s not insane. We’re all insane.”

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In that, of course, is a decision matter for a higher judge. For instance: the man who left the cross — in anger — at Chappaquiddick — and patrols with a bloody fucking meat ax — after cancer — all of it — who’s a friend of mine. Whose “Personnel Manager in charge of Placement and Hanging and Decisions about Anything That Came Up To Me To Disturb Me In My Extermination Of Cancer” — I will be. Am now. With or without His approval. Precedent, anyhow. That’s what He’s doing too.
Me, to a returned McGovern delegate: “I wish to help elect George President.” “How?” said he. I handed him a copy of this. He read. And said, “But you prove that George McGovern is the rottenest of all rotten cancers — and I note that you have other affidavits that add to that. How will that help elect George? We all know that Dickie is the rottenest of the rottenest cancers.” Me: “I have proof that McGovern is one fraction of a degree rottener than the rottenest of the rottenest — Dickie. And therefore he will win — since computers prove that the Mafia rigs the vote in favor of the absolute rottenest — and the rest of the necrophiliac nation votes that way too.” He: “Very good. Now what do you want out of this?” Me: “Well, me and a buddy — his name is Christ, and he got off the cross at Chappaquiddick — we’re looking for top tinkling mobiles to dangle on eternity yo-yo’s. I wish to prod George in the ass with my Victorville swagger stick, that I speared cigarette butts with, all the way to the White House, and then jamb it all the way through — asshole to belly button — Mafia style — and hang him on my mobile — and the same with Dickie — whom I elected last time out. I have a thing about Presidents on my mobiles. My buddy, Christ — he goes for Popes. Tisserant goes for Cardinals, Bishops, and on down. And Mary Jo has been given all of you Kennedy cancer. While you were gone I let your wife read this and she was watching you dead-fuck Mary Jo down there in Mafia Miami, and I told her I was a carrier of syphilis, gonorrhea, and a new type of creeping Chinese crud, a 22 hour belly button rotter, highly infectious, and ‘let’s go to bed,’ and she said ‘beautiful’ — and then I read where you arrived home last night — and how do you feel? You look sick.”
He: “I’m too busy. I don’t understand. I gotta go home.” He went out the door. I stood in the door and came to a full McGovern salute and shouted after him, “But, Sir — this is your home. I know. I was here before — fucking your wife — a dead fuck, you might say — while you were dead-fucking Mary Jo in Miami. Come back so we can elect George. I have a plan for a gala that will be better than the Dickie campaign plan for a gang bang on Christ in Mafia Miami next month at the Republican Mafia Convention!”
He never looked back. Do you wish to know the name of this delegate? And the broad? She’s cute. I gave her a list to sleep around with. After the job is done, I’ll tell you.

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All right — Dickie, Connally, McGovern, Teddy — while you’ve been fucking dead Mary Jo — in frenzy — and murdering my father — I’ve been fucking your wives. 62-carats of heart shaped sapphire up President Patty’s ass — anonymous ITT letter up Martha’s — Mary Jo’s liver up Joanie’s — Onassis’ chancred cock up Rosie — Mustapha up Jackie — “Red” Duke up Nellie — Virginia Kimelman into Eleanor — virgin mothers, all of these — recalled GM drive shaft up Pachtner — Sinatra’s “Jesus Christ” Shirley MacLaine up the Women’s Liberation of Barbara Phillips — double dose of Hampton and Clark up the wife of Garry. All in the name of Christ and his Virgin Mother Mama and his Persian Pa — and his brother. Motherhood — Chappaquiddick broads, all of these, dead-fucking Mary Jo.
If these now diseased mothers — virgins all — are not cancer — what are they doing dead-fucking in frenzy on Mary Jo’s grave?
Fifty? Brave, Free American Men? Go back through here and count the number — and then those on the tapes, in the documents, in the film. All are now crawling back into those cancerous wombs in shivering fear. Mafia Montini can’t crawl into his Mama because she’s non-Vatican — Jewish. Montini hung Bishop Camara’s Priest on a cross in Camara’s Brazilian Cathedral because Camara published these facts — and today, Montini’s Medicis, who run Brazil for him, have issued a contract on Camara — and Montini just flails away toward Mary Jo’s grave — with both hands — “I don’t care if I am God — I quit, I quit, I quit…” But Brave Free American men, such as McGovern’s most courageous man in America — Teddy: “America begs me to be President and Vice President. I quit. Joanie fears…”
Mitchell: “I have it all now. I can keep it. I quit. Martha fears…”
Connally: “I have it all now. I can keep it. I quit. Nellie fears…”
Alioto: “I could be Governor now. I quit. Until after J. Edgar Hoover is murdered.”
Nelson: “V.P.? Not even with a gun at my back. I quit. My wife needs me.”
Wallace: “They gut-shot me. I quit. I’ll be a good Demo.”
Johnson: “Hang separately.”
Said Dickie on the 4th of July, as he smart-bomb murdered 234 POW’s — ours: “America is: The flag, motherhood, and apple pie.”
The flag: Trampled into the ground in Montini-Onassis’ Fatima #3 Vietnam, where Dickie and Teddy’s Heroin mule trains trample over rotten corpses — and Gulf of Tonkin McGovern flies a mile high, lobbing smart bombs and preaching peace in the name of Teddy’s bubby — who pushed open those Papal gates for Onassis — just as McGovern did in Catch 22 (written about him by a fellow squadron commander, Heller, who describes American — enemy paid — pilots, destroying their own air base in Genovese’s Corsica).
Motherhood: Dead fucking on Mary Jo. Gang banging on the slivered, vacant, festering cross of Christ.

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Apple Pie: So far in my research I’ve discovered only DDT — and a very ancient poison — used in Europe on rats — frequently by the Maf — such as Maheu — when the CIA hired him to assassinate Castro (Castro lived. He didn’t eat the apple pie) — expounded locally by Sacha Volman, who operated with Superior Court Justice Douglas (Vegas Stardust) in the Caribbean on behalf of the Onassis-Lansky-Kimelman Maf (and who also expounded the Stardust hypnotic bit that belched up Sirhan, and later Bremer) — a poison which causes — in order: 1) Languor, 2) Shortness of breath, and 3) Heart block (That’s dead, baby. Ha Ha.). In an older person the first two symptoms are not even visible. Death occurs too long after administration to finger the murderer. The chemical is burned away in the process of doing its job — just as were the chemicals in the oil of my Alioto-clobbered car — and in the transmission of my next one (number three goes in tomorrow). This Onassis-Volman medicine was administered to J. Mafia Hoover — at a very critical time — just before Peking — in apple pie. Its faint odor is that of apple pie. No CIA Mafia ever eats apple pie.
Lastnight. Betty Waterhouse: “Did you murder my husband? They asked me if I wanted an autopsy — it’s a law — and it’s free — and I had it within five minutes. Maybe your mother put the poison in the apple pie. What evidence did you discover? Where is your brother? Where is that old car? Why would your daughter’s mother worry you with a letter saying that your daughter has lately developed languor and fainting spells? How is your mother? Your father was giving you and her a lot of trouble. My husband and I were in Hiroshima — six days after it happened. It wasn’t so bad. Just part of the war. Here is a certificate of appreciation — about my husband’s career — from Richard Nixon — notice it’s his real signature — shaky and minute — and here it is again, notifying me that I shall have free rent for life — no worries. Isn’t Richard Nixon wonderful?”
Pressure on me. Family death. Money. Threats. Insults. Taunts. Isolation. Certain ‘areas’ wish to force me onto their sphere. The Mafia here wants to force me to fall in with them. The System. All hope I drop dead. And fear just that. They miss the point — deliberately — because they, too, know — all we’re waiting for is the gang bang. It is so arranged. I have no sweat. It’s only those jittery countries that nervously jiggle about Fatima #3 — and cause Dickie’s hierarchy to scurry around the world, checking closely on Montini’s hierarchy, to suppress more tightly, and massive Miami Mafia conventions to dead-fuck Mary Jo in frenzy. It is the eye of the hurricane. Seeded and growing toward a gang bang. Only one way out. Straight up. A deal with a friend. Hang them here, and stop the storm, or take them along and hang them there.

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Pressure. Mafia Ma and Pa Kopechne, parents of the much dead-fucked Mary Jo, on to Rome: “We don’t care if it was murder. We are satisfied.” My mother’s brother did this and is still running — south — while Dickie and the bunch peck away at the ardor of his sister. My brother — running during this three and a half years of torture on my father — arrived on schedule — an hour after the murder was complete — delivered a five minute Mafia lecture: “Lay off Alioto. You got what you asked for. I know he was poisoned. They rolled over two that way recently in Idaho. They’ll get J. Edgar Hoover.” (They did.) “I’m too busy. I gotta go,” and he took off running and white-faced — without a glance, a flower, or a word to the murdered man — his father. Three months later, a card to my mother: “Watch that bastard — he’s expensive.” (me). Mother cried, and wilted further — remembering his three and a half year run — his arrival, then Mafia message, and his quick, cold disappearance. And it is indeed depressing to watch the disintegration of human moral fiber into a glob of cancerous shit. The card was mailed from the home of Thelma Golding — the Portland Mafia who works for Mafia San Diego Smith, who works for wonderful Richard Nixon, who works for Onassis, and all with the blessings of Montini, the Deputy of Christ at Auschwitz — God — who owns Sweig’s Masonic branch — to which my brother belongs.
Let us pray: Holy Mother of God, Holy Virgin Mary, Jesus, fruit of thy womb — splinters from the empty, festering cross up snatches — fucking in unison with Teddy at Miami, toward Mary Jo’s busted nose Pennsylvania grave. Lemming practice session for the finale — gang bang on Christ.
Me, answering Betty: “Dickie who? Wonderful? Oh yes, I remember. He’s the one who murdered my father. And a true, quick thinking executive. Recently he had a choice of murder — J. Edgar or Alioto. Both had the same blackmail files. I told Mack I had given Alioto a set in June, 1971. J. Edgar was alone — no family — nothing but blackmail enemies. And, on the other hand, there are 4,500 actively breeding Mafia Alioto cancers (some of whom do work on my cars) — and a world wide web of cancer connections. It was an easy choice. Alioto was declared ‘pure’ by Dickie’s judge, and J. Mafia Hoover was declared dead. The most powerful man in the world quickly silenced — and suddenly not even remembered. Files gone (so they reason). And ‘Pure Joe’ is running again for Guv. You see, Betty, in Alioto’s first major trial — Sam Goldwyn — the judge — ate apple pie at the start of the trial, and had a heart attack in the middle — and Alioto won the case. In his second major trial — about Alioto’s Mafia web — little girls are too young for heart attacks — a barbecue was better — as long as the judge, jury, and attorneys put out the fire and breathed deeply of burned baby girl flesh. Alioto was declared innocent. In his third major trial — about bribery, extortion, etc. — we had an older judge

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who liked apple pie — and he heart attacked — right on schedule — dead center of the trial. Alioto again won, easily. Just before his fourth major trial — and this would have meant 45 years in the can for ‘Pure Joe’ — J. Mafia Hoover ate apple pie and heart attacked, and ‘Pure Joe’ walked up to that judge and squinted pointed to the big badge he was wearing which said ‘Pure Joe’ and the judge said, ‘I hate barbecues, and apple pie, and I ain’t taking no chances — no way — on this even getting to the jury. I declare this saint to be innocent — and I certify him to be Pure.’ And this is how it is that Alioto is the only public official in the United States certified to be ‘Pure’ by both Dickie and Montini. Not to be confused with Teddy’s certification by Dickie, McGovern and Montini — ‘Most Courageous Man In America.’ And this is how, Betty, it is that executives of the nature of ‘Wonderful’ Richard Nixon are created. May God bless us all. And, with ‘Pure’ clarified, Edgar ossified, and Wallace perforated — Martha bubbled ‘Get these fucking CIA hoods out of my Chappaquiddick bed. I’m sick of Mafia gang fucks. Fuck them — or fuck you, John.’ Well, trembling Poucha Pond John quit everything and rushed to Martha’s bathroom and stuck his bald head in and screwed himself all the way up. Wrong hole — as usual. Poor Jawn. Gone back to where he came from. And since you, Betty, receive unlimited funds from Dickie, whose shaky finger personally signs the check — the shaky finger that pushes buttons — then let’s calm him down a bit. I elected him to that worrisome place — so tell him I’m gonna let him out. I’m gonna elect Teddy McGovern — and then collect these ‘Pure,’ ‘Courageous,’ ‘Wonderful’ ‘Presidents’ on a Victorville skewer — a shish ke bab — as they pass to and from the oval office daisy chain — and hang them out to dry on strings that tinkle — forever — a place in history.”
She: “I’m gonna vote for McGovern.”
Me: “The last time I saw you, the evening before my father was murdered, I told you that I was the hangman and that I would hang you, and you said that Christ was a shit disturber and deserved what he got.”
She: “I’m not saying that anymore. I’m too busy. I don’t understand. I gotta go home.”
Me: “Oh no. Not again. This time, I go.”
So — Ellsberg proves the Constitution, Public and Government is infected with cancerous Mafia. Here, then, is a summary of Dickie’s Flag, Motherhood, and Apple Pie. So what else is new? Cancer. And what happens to cancer? It eats its human lunch, then murders the host, and itself. Anti-matter. Unless a doctor gets to it first. A doctor cuts it out — and incinerates it —

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(no jail, no bail, no election to presidency). Either way, cancer is dead. Even if the doctor — on a whim, Like Truman’s — or something — gets impatient and incinerates the patient.
From the medical journal: “One of the cures for any murdering Mafia monster is deballing or detitting — one clean meat ax chop — followed, after a 22-hour period of consultation — by incineration. This renders the patient peaceful, accommodating and humble — as our new staff director — Christ — says all should be. He seems to feel that we emerge — all of us — virgin birth or otherwise — Persian Pa — whatever — attached by the belly button — a life line. The attachment snaps, and we’re on our own — each created around that button by some supreme source. Cancer — all of it — must crawl back through that rotting belly button. Peristalsis in reverse — a tortured 22-hour Mary Jo Bitter Burp. During the latter hours, our patients will wish to push a nuclear button to bring on the quick relief of stockpiled overkill, amassed by murderous MMORDIS over these infamous years to produce Fatima #3 — a vision promoted by the Vatican, perverted by its handmaiden — the Mafia, and today pursued jointly in Mary Jo dead-fucking frenzy — Brazil, Vietnam, Greece, Miami, every-Montini-where. In those hours, Fatima #3 will be welcome — and none able to push the button. Cancer will think of Mary Jo and Tanya, and dead-fucking, and gang bangs on our staff director — and join in singing the Mafia Chorus: “Chappaquiddick, My Chappaquiddick, I Gotta Go Home.” We intern meat ax doctors differ somewhat. We believe that if the patient won’t cooperate in the cutting out of the infectious cancer, the thing to do is to give ‘said patient’ (we are still quoting from the new AMA Medical Journal) “a sedative — such as a meat ax chop on the belly button. This is called acupuncture. The patient is then cooperative and you can take an eternity to sort out the shit for hanging. Medical precedence for this — with 100% human approval — comes from a 2000 year old mineral and a 2000 year old art — both in China — and a 2000 year old pro — the first doctor — who leaped off the cross recently at Chappaquiddick and has joined our staff. He is skinny and has a pained look because of a long missing liver — eaten, as was Mary Jo’s — but there is a dedicated look about him. Savage, some say, as he strides up with that bloody fucking meat ax. Savage, we feel, because he also glares at us — the heroes — the medical profession — who daily kill cancer with 100% human approval. He was seen studying the files of the Teddy Kennedy-Mary Jo doctors at Edgartown — coroners and morticians who patched her broken nose — and fucked her madly on the mortuary slab — along with Mankiewics, Hart, Nader, and Teddy McGovern,

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Dickie, John, Cushing, Montini — Joanie, Rosie, and mothers — all of them — including Mother Kopechne — Massachusetts hierarchy from all the Vatican Mafia, Government Mafia, Press Mafia, Legal Mafia, Mafia-Mafia ranks — whatever — and the entire drooling public of the U. S. of Mafia — the necrophiliac nation of which Ellsberg speaks. He studies Doc Duke, Connally’s Afghan mountain top two bullet hole patcher from Dallas and the entire staff at Parkland Hospital who patched up JFK. Doctors — Eugenie Niarchos. Doctors — Joan Tunney. Psychiatrists — Bremer, Sirhan. Doctors who quickly retired J. Edgar Hoover — at a critical moment — quietly, very quietly. He passed out the file of the Dickie murder of Verne D. Roberts to another meat ax doctor — a buddy of his, Bruce P. Roberts — along with another meat ax.
And then he sits there somberly honing his ax — and then he walks into the operating room and stares around at us and we are never really sure.
I tell ya what. I, the author of this AMA Medical Journal, resign. As with Teddy, Johnson, Mitchell, Connally — my wife fears for me. As Dickie says, “Fuck America. My family comes first. I shall retire and crawl up her ass. I’m too busy. I wanna go home.”
1968. Alioto — Humphrey — Dickie. Purchased by Onassis’ “Hughes,” Maheu, Rebozo, Jake the Barber, Tony Boyle. Warned by murders of Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy. Morality of Mafia merger — Onassis and Jackie Kennedy — sanction of Mafia Montini.
1972. Rerun. Different “fronts.” Teddy McGovern — Dickie — Connally. Purchase by Onassis’”Hughes,” ITT, Kimelman. Warned by murders — so far — “Peking” Verne D. Roberts, “Files” J. Mafia Hoover, “Partial” George Wallace. Morality of “I quit” Montini, “I quit” Mitchell, “I quit” Kennedy, “I quit” Connally, massive grave-fuck on Mary Jo, gang bang on Christ. Results?…
(Publishes Jones: “Mafia Miami convention a shriek — in tribute to the hero of Chappaquiddick — Teddy McGovern.”)
Says ‘Jesus Christ’ Shirley MacLaine’s Sinatra, “Fuck Congress. So I fronted for Luciano, and I now front for Teddy’s Patriarcha and Lansky and Onassis in Mafia Miami Convention Hotels and Onassis’ “Hughes” Vegas Mafia joints. I own Congress and I expect an apology. I also own Dickie, Agnew, and Reagan — my very close friends.” Congress: “We do indeed apologize, Mr. Aristotle Sinatra, Sir.” Says Alioto: “Declare me pure, your honor, you fucking Mafia Federal Judge.” His Honor: “You’re pure! You’re pure! You’re pure!..” as he wheels, flailing away in frenzy toward Pennsylvania. And while I waited in Garry’s office — a 26 minute delay — Mafia CIA Director Jerome Rubin was telling Garry (on July 11th — 2nd day of the Demo Mafia Convention): “We know you are a Communist, your Gray Eminence, Garry. Recently, one of Noel Gayler’s

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National Security Council Ellsberg-Tisserant type traitors sneaked out the fact that Onassis-Montini Pentagon has had the whole world tapped — including the KGB — as a prelude to Fatima #3. We know of a lot of the stuff you’ve shipped out — but we don’t know how that bastard out there in the waiting room does it. Now, we let up on the genocide of the Black Panther Party and don’t pull any Hampton-and-Clark’s, since you agreed to direct your people to work with us ‘within our Mafia System.’ We let you get Angela Davis off, and a bunch of other Panthers. Today, right today, if you don’t knock it off — if you cooperate any further with that bastard out there — if you aid him in any way — we will ‘accidentally’ misfire a Vandenburg missile on San Francisco and eradicate every Black Panther, radical, dissident in the Bay Area. You will notice, all of our people are out of town — The Demo Convention in Miami. Moscone and Moretti are vacationing in the Bahamas. Anybody we care about is out of town. I am the last one. I can ground every plane — except the one waiting for me — and issue that misfire order. Do you understand me, Garry?” “I understand. But if you do that you would include him out there, with a meat ax on his shoulder, with which to chop the pin out of the grenade he’s got up your ass and mine. Wouldn’t that be suicide?” Rubin: “Possibly. But this is the whole ball of wax. We stop him now — any way we can — or we all go anyhow. You can count on what I tell you — even if we need to pull Fatima #3 — now — first strike — to back it up. You’re just a few minutes away from dead. For sure. We don’t know, and you don’t know, what his time schedule is. How much is time worth? How much would you pay for an extra minute?” Garry agreed with a nod. And Garry called me in and delivered a Mafia message: “The hierarchy will squash anything that steps on its toes. You are dead. I know about the Hampton and Clark murders. I was there. I can’t get it into any Mafia court. I know about Mary Jo. I don’t want to know anymore. I don’t want to know anything. Go away please. I’m too busy. I don’t understand. I gotta go home.”
And this is how it is that Communist Garry — by a nod of his head — saved the necrophiliac heads of the Mary Jo dead-fucking Mafia citizens of Alioto’s Mafia San Francisco — for a while — on July 11, 1972 — at 3:26 p.m.
Alioto, of course, was in Miami. J. Mafia Hoover was long ago dead — via American Apple Pie.
I watched the Miami Mary Jo mass dead-fuck on TV. I watched necrophiliac San Francisco on the streets. The big sack — on the bar — “For God’s Sake — get it out of here!” At 10:00 p.m. when I first appeared with the big sack, at a Jones-Leavenworth isolated bus stop, a scattered group of tough ones jiggled every time I did. And I thought back to the Nader letter — and his Onassis bribe — and the Conga line. Join me for the boogaloo — gang bang on Christ — Aug. 21, 1972 — Mafia Miami.

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Six options, I had, four years ago: 1) Ask the cancer to cure itself — a total waste of time. 2) Burn all bridges — kill or cure. 3) Film of the total crumbling of the moral fiber of the U.S. of Mafia into cancer. And these three have been done. 4, 5, and 6, coming up, not necessarily in that order, or separately. I am very tired — and I don’t give a shit. It is the view of one man — one whim — like Truman’s, only one. Why worry about one man? Mafia cancer has succeeded in murder — Christ, Mary Jo, Nations — 2000 years of it. Change it around? Reverse the murder? Hang them here or hang them there? Forget it. No one man could do this. Could he?
Informed areas won’t rise to U.S. of Mafia prods. Withdraw from Egypt. Pronounce peaceful ideology. Shun war. Welcome trade. Accept visitors. And the Mafia greedily rushes around the world to purchase with the motto “Why kill ‘em if we can buy ‘em?” (Waiting. Watching the necrophiliac U.S. of Mafia Cancer eat its diseased self. A pre-committed, non-changeable course. And it is why the future scripts, which they have seen, are so accurate — and why those out now will be too. Why should they resist. One man is doing it all. A man who worked with minerals until Alioto clobbered his car. But you wouldn’t understand that — just as those at Hiroshima couldn’t comprehend — a tick away from that. Missiles you do understand — now — and so…
Says Ellsberg: “In 1961, just after Kennedy got in, I was hired by the National Security Council to draw up a plan for worldwide nuclear war.” (Fatima #3) “I had, previously, since Apalachin,” (Onassis’ 1957 Mafia capture of the Election Process, proven in the 1958 Congress — 1957, that vintage year of Dickie’s Onassis bribe — ‘Fuck America. My family comes first.’), “been drawing up a plan for the Pacific area only,” (including the Montini gate to Fatima #3 — Vietnam). “The Pentagon” (Onassis’ Mafia, as he set one up in Greece later — and the ‘shotgun’ he snatched from JFK when he murdered him and snatched his snatch, Jackie), “kept the existence of the plan from all outsiders, including Congress, Executive, and Judicial,” (and, of course, you, the corpse in the bit, that breeds the Mafia cancer that kills you).
Fellwock quit the National Security Agency, (which was Noel Gayler’s baby — breaking codes and stuff before Dickie named him Commander in Chief of all Pacific Forces to carry out that nuclear plan — Fatima #3) “and released the documents to Garry, and then the public, over screams of the CIA murderer Helms — via Ramparts, “of the United States” (of Mafia-Fatima #3) “and its global mission, because the most dangerous threat to me and my family, and world peace itself, is the American Military,” (Onassis’ Pentagon and the President Kennedy-Cardinal Spellman ‘Holy Crusade’ Vietnam gate to Fatima #3). “The build up of America’s vast military machine and global empire is based on a lie: that there is an overwhelming military threat to the United States.” (This was the Onassis-Joseph P. Kennedy-J. Mafia Hoover ding-ding for 40 years —

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since 1932, when Onassis heroin came in with Joseph P. Kennedy’s booze from Churchill, sponsored by Roosevelt and Rosensteil, who set up the Seagram Foundation for J. Mafia Hoover — see Mustapha’s Onassis Diary — while Kennedy and Onassis raped everything in sight — from the SEC and Maritime Commission to World War II, which killed Tanya. “There is clearly one superior offensive nation,” (the U.S. of Mafia), “and one inferior defensive nation. Russia.” “NSA’s success in snooping is kept secret in order to persuade the American people of the need for huge military spending.” (This is only part of the 41% Mafia take from the Gross National Product — and exactly the amount you pay in taxes. The largest corporations, ITT included, paid no taxes in the last seven years.)
The key words above are “Onassis Mafia Pentagon,” “global nuclear war,” and “secret from all outsiders.” Onassis and the Pentagon and CIA and affiliates, murder around the globe. The CIA assassinates singles and countries and found Fatima #3 suitable for the world. Montini agrees. He, you see, is God, and would share the throne.
And it is why it is that I can pull a missile down at any site, at any time. There are other ways. And this Mafia CIA doesn’t care how many are in town or out of town. That, of course, would be Fatima #3. All I did was sit in Garry’s outer office. You see, I wasn’t even near a nuclear button. I can do this dead or alive. And I don’t count on that. I, like Onassis on Bobby at L.A. or JFK at Dallas, have backups that are certain. It is why just a nod of the head, in the right direction — agreement by Garry with CIA Rubin — kept a Vandenberg “mistaken” nuclear obliteration away from San Francisco — on the second day of the Mafia Miami Demo dead-fuck on Mary Jo, July 11, 1972 at 3:26 p.m., with some of value to the Mafia — such as “Files” Alioto, Moscone and Moretti — out of town. That “mistake” missile is on 24-hour alert. And Betty Waterhouse’s husband’s Sarnoff Dew-line defense group would not defend against that one, would they? It was barely aborted in the first week of October, 1971 — and so I notified those CIA Neilson-Green secretaries of that very threat at the time of my “Peking” talks with those CIA Mafia. At 2:00 a.m. that night, at the Mark Bar, a CIA shit said “That was the smartest thing you ever did.” In complete frustrated disgust. (Damn, Damn, Damn.) It is why Nader (to whom Mary Jo was running when murdered) didn’t show in San Francisco that weekend — for his assassination — and yours. Instead, Kay Pachtner handed the Consumer’s Federation 3rd Party to the Mafia (they were there — and under the same sentence I was, had Nader appeared. As Jim Lindberg told me, “We murder whenever we think it’s necessary — and whoever — and however many we please.”). La Follette glared. Shivering Miller cowered, Pat Wyman joined me for lunch and Sylvia Siegal said “Nader is a shit — hiding in a phone booth in Washington.” And hanging over all of us — Maf and non-Maf — was a “mistaken” missile. It was a fun affair. Because, you see, two weeks earlier, some friends of mine exposed Harry Yee — and $6 billion of Onassis’ Laotian opium-heroin in S.F.

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And on the morning of Nader’s cancellation, 1000 FBI descended of S.F.. Ostensible purpose: to pick up a few winos — actual purpose: to seal the lid up tight on any loose ends of that Henry Yee opium-heroin bit (dozens of Chinatown murders recently over this) — and also to cart the crop out of town — since, if Nader screwed up his guts and did appear, and they had to lob one in, they were not going to atomize $6 billion worth of skag. You see, the Mafia has problems too. It’s not all sweetness and light. Strangelove Kissinger had a problem too. He had to get to Peking, because of my “Peking” talks with CIA Neilson-Green, and yet cover the Harry Yee Taiwan connection because of the upcoming U.N. vote on expelling dope-pushing Chiang and admitting China. He went to Peking, was there when,and that in itself helped vote Taiwan out and China in. (1000 FBI or 100 — I don’t remember — but the Police Chief said, “Jesus Christ. It’s an invasion. I’ve never seen this before. What the hell is going on?” (Had Nader appeared, he would have joined us on a little trip.) At lunch, Pat Wyman said to me, “You must be hungry,” and I told her the truth. “Yes. I’ve had a busy week.” A nice warm atomic flash would have been a relief.
24-hour “mistake” missile alert — for, you see, this is election year 1972. As in 1968 (murders like King and Bobby), 1969 (murders like Mary Jo and Hampton-Clark), 1970 (murders like Eugenie Niarchos, Joan Tunney’s hubby, Yablonski family, Newsom’s nieces), 1971 (murders like Howard Hughes) — there must be warning murders — such as “Peking” Verne D. Roberts, my father — and that was his citation from Jackie, “Files” J. Mafia Hoover, and “Partial” Wallace…and… there are more on the way. I guarantee you. Said Mitchell — the Attorney General of the U.S. of Mafia — just before he crawled up Martha’s ass in the bathroom — from which she just called yesterday, again, and said: “I’m still a prisoner. I have a long story to tell.” — said mighty Mitchell, sadly: “The lives of millions are at stake — probably all of us.” And he was referring to another Manhattan Project — feverishly in Brookhaven, Swiss-French border, and Kiev: a search for a mineral.
What do you suppose would happen if a “mistake” missile in some country — ignored by its own defense radar — searched itself right down the throat of a mineral pipe of that stuff? Or assorted back-ups of such a thing? What about mile-high smart bomb Catch 22-Teddy McGovern lobbing one in by mistake — or some berserk American Pilot doing it deliberately? Maybe he imagines he’s a doctor or something, and likes to experiment with hew cancer cures. Some Mafia CIA slob told me, “Man, you’re booby trapped both ways from the asshole.” What happens, then, if I burp?
I told the truth in that bar — with the big sack — about creeping crud that creates a 22-hour belly-button rot. And this is why, one week after I was standing at a lonely Jones-Sutter bus stop (it wasn’t Jones and Leavenworth, as I said before —

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they’re parallel — it was Jones and Sutter), I was standing there again at 10:00 p.m. with another armful of papers. The dead-fucking of Mary Jo at Miami was just over. Previous week, the corner was jammed with tough ones — jiggling every time I did — remember? This time there wasn’t a soul in sight. Not a bus, a cab, no Alioto whores. Fog rolling in. Nobody to even stare at it. Not even cars going by. I hadn’t seen Betty Waterhouse (Levitus) since the night before my father’s murder. At the hospital that night, he told me and my mother that something was going to happen to me, sometime between 9:00 p.m. and 9:00 a.m. When I left the hospital I went to Al Strom’s and Jim Lindberg asked me if I knew what was going on tonight and I said “yes,” and he left. (His partner, Cliff Jones, was the one who was listening to my chat with one-tooth Kitty Lowry — Howard Hughes’ half-aunt, or something — Betty Waterhouse’s friend — long ago — back in here somewhere). I was angry. I went to Betty Waterhouse’s place and told her I was going to hang her. I hadn’t seen her since. Four months. And so it was completely natural that on that empty corner — totally empty — that she should appear, smiling and friendly, “Imagine seeing you here. There are no busses coming. Come up to my place and I will show you checks that Richard Nixon signs personally and sends to me and citations about my husband’s murder — who was murdered just after your father was murdered — also signed personally — and we will talk about my dead husband’s top security work in Kiev — and about that rat poison that leaves no trace, and his work on Sarnoff’s Dew-Line, and your experiments on minerals and Kitty Lowry and Howard Hughes, and the next president, and I have some beer — which I know that you drink — and you can catch a later bus. There won’t be any for a while.”
I was beginning to believe that. And I didn’t have cab fare. And there weren’t any cabs. In the papers in my arms were things relative to Dickie’s nervous signature — concerning Howard Hughes. And everything else she was talking about. This woman was a fund of information, who loves the Mafia as an institution — and the military as a murdering instrument — and hates me with a venom that will never quit. And so I said, “I don’t like you. You are in books, on tape and on film — on display, or poised to be, before two thirds of the world. I will hang you.” And she said, “Oh well, what’s the difference? We’ll walk. Save money.” (Money. She says she’s heiress to $400 million — Price-Waterhouse stuff. Checks from President Chappaquiddick Dickie. Signed personally — in a shaky hand. And, once, the idea was to use that $400 million — all of it — to give a gigantic abortion to Body Count MacNamara — who, in 1937, aborted her and left her bleeding — throwing money in her face and raging “Damn you — you made me sell my car.”) We walked, and the rest of the chat is back in here somewhere.
A news item: Sam Krevitt is searching the world for his daughter’s murderer.

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In San Francisco, she was [Rest of line unreadable ] the tenants below brought help, but she died anyway. Krevitt can’t rest until the killer of Mary Jane is found. He still burns with the furious agony that led him to cry out the day after her death. “What kind of a society is it that makes a place for people like this…this miserable guy who did this.” Krevitt says he stares at the drawing of the suspect and repeats the quotation: “ ‘If I created man I’d be ashamed to call myself God.’ This person must live with something worse than death,” he said of the killer. “How can he escape the thought, the memory of that brutal bludgeoning and leaving her to die?”
He sounds different from Pa Kopechne, somehow. And an entire necrophiliac nation that dead-fucks on Mary Jo’s grave — in frenzied unison — “Miami to the fruited plains and Purple mountain majesties” and elects Teddy to the Presidency, with a label, “Most Courageous Of All Men” — after witnessing Teddy bludgeon Mary Jo and leave her to die, bleeding through a busted nose — a 2-hour and 13-minute terror death — while Teddy phoned Onassis for cover and the Presidency of the U.S. of Mafia. “I’d be ashamed to call myself God — if I created this,” quotes Krevitt. “I am God,” quotes Montini, as he fucks toward Mecca. And “Most courageous and brave free men everywhere” crawl up the protective assholes of American Mafia Motherhood, waving the Mafia heroin flag in the true National Mafia Interest.
Option 3. Done. Seeded and growing. Early residue fallout. Like a snake-struck running rabbit there is one thing the snake knows. That running rabbit will drop dead. When I mentioned to Mack the certainty of a 22-hour mineral goose up his ass while he combed missiles out of his ass, he suddenly softened. “Would it help if you talked to Mitchell?” and that is odd. How can you talk to an Attorney General who is secreted up his wife’s ass, in danger of delivery by fart, while she farts over the phone from her other end (“I have a long story to tell.”)? — the story you just read. Or his assistant, Wilson, who is raiding through Texas like Quatrell, holing up occasionally at the Pedernales with his capodonico“Dallas Bullet” Connally and “Hang Separately” Johnson?
Meanwhile, back at the Washington Ranch — Teddy’s Patriarcha, Miami’s Rizzo, and Luciano’s Sinatra, shit on Congress in unison. “Fuck you punks, whom we own. Our friends Dickie and Agnew and Reagan will stay in our hotel — the Fontainbleu — during the gang bang on Christ in Miami on August 21st. Knock off this shit — now!” And Congress, in unison, wheeling toward Pennsylvania, with a Montini two-handed stroke: “You’re Pure! You’re Pure! You’re Pure! You’re Pure! …”

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log cabin — Victorville Catch 22 Teddy McGovern ponders Meany’s decision to “sit this one out.” And the wrath of God that spits into the yardbird’s face in the hot desert sun spit again. “Can a Mafia Union Leader deliver his union? Can a Mafia Mayor deliver his city? Can a Mafia Priest deliver his parish? Can Martha deliver John? Would a fart dislodge him?” This to the press. And he himself, Teddy McGovern asks, “How can Onassis-Chappaquiddick-Montini Teddy Kennedy amplify the Miami dead fuck on Mary Jo, which he just conducted — in order to overcome the advantages of Onassis-Hughes-Chappaquiddick Dickie’s proposed campaign of a gang bang on Christ in Mafia Miami, August 21, 1972? What kind of a super-gala can we come up with? Release the ‘mistake’ missile on the snake that bit us in San Francisco? Release them all — Fatima #3?”
Stone face from South Dakota’s Rushmore. Stone face in the oval office. Stone face in Rome. All hands busy — toward Mary Jo’s grave. Splattering the face of Christ.
Says the law: “Anyone who breeds cancer, feeds the 41% Mafia take, murders Mary Jo and dead fucks on her grave, and Tanya’s, and gang bangs on Christ — is guilty of every crime known to humanity and Christianity — by its own constitution and commandments. That one is cancer — is Mafia — is dead. The running rabbit has been snake-bitten and is dead.” Option 4 is under way. It has to do with the eating of liver. Which empty streets of which dead city will this “peace march” charge bravely down, fucking in frenzy with both hands toward the cross of Christ and the grave of Mary Jo Kopechne?
Have a happy day. See ya later.

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July 21, 1972
They were a group of young, dedicated looking anti-war marchers. Some were veterans on the anti-war campaigns. I knew a few by sight. All are fanatic McGovern people. All are fanatic Ellsberg fans. Angela Davis fans. And Teddy Kennedy fans.
Grouping for a bus in S.F. to take them to a gigantic anti-war rally in L.A. — a three day affair. I asked them their names, and then I asked them, “Do you want to get Ellsberg out of jail?” Answer: “You’d better believe it. That’s why we’re going. He’s the main speaker. We hope for a half million turn out at U.C.L.A.” Dedicated. So again I asked, “Do you wanna end this Goddamn war?” Answer: “You’d better believe it! That’s the other reason we’re going.” Me: “Those are your only two reasons for going? There are no others? You would let nothing stand in the way of those two objectives? Nothing?” Answer: “You’d better believe it!”
Me: “I was going. But I can’t go. I want Ellsberg’s attorneys to have this sack full of papers. I want them to represent me. The papers will get Ellsberg out of jail and end this war. Brezhnev has read them. Chow has read them. Dickie has read them. Pope Paul has read them. And so have many more. Garry used them to get Angela Davis free and all the Black Panthers out of jams recently. Teddy Kennedy used them to get Teddy McGovern nominated. Dickie used them to get elected the last time out. And to invade Cambodia. And a few other things. Nader used them to win his GM suit. They named Mitchell to the Attorney General position. Recently, because of them, Mitchell quit, to help Dickie privately. And then he quit that job and crawled up his wife’s ass. Martha, who hasn’t been able to shit — for fear of flushing Jawn down the drain, screams over the phone, “I’m still a political prisoner. I have a long story to tell.” This is that story. I want you to give these papers to Ellsberg in order that he may give them to his attorneys, for me. Will you?”
“You’d better believe it!” Mitchell, it seems, was the one who jailed Ellsberg.
As I walked away, I heard the leader say, “Now, this is a sack — and we’re all couriers to Ellsberg’s attorneys. You all heard. For our own safety — and that of our hero, Ellsberg, and his attorneys, we must examine this sack for bombs — as they do on boarding airplanes and other moving vehicles, and for heroin, or other illegal contraband. I will take this first page here and scrutinize everything that’s on it and then pass it to the next one, who will do the same, and then I will do the same with the second page, and so on — until all of us who ride on this bus are satisfied that there is nothing in that sack which would constitute a hazard — such as a potential hijacking of this vehicle, while on our courier mission to Ellsberg’s attorneys.”
Someone said, “You’d better believe it! Hurry up with page five…”

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And so it is that I have presented L.A. with a shit pit. Hanging over L.A. this weekend is a Mafia ‘mistake’ missile from Vandenberg. Helms has been notified.
It’s like Martha in the bathroom. Blocked from shitting at one end by John, and farting the “long story” out the other end — also by John, something has to blow. This is still fallout of Option 3. And the future script on this went out some time ago — and identical sacks have been arranged for delivery to the opposition of Ellsberg — Judge, Jury, witnesses, and so forth.
For instance: Ellsberg, the only one who didn’t get a million or a Pulitzer Prize out of the deal, has choices — 115 years in prison, assassination, hanging (two ways — them and me), plus “mistaken” Vandenberg Missile atomization — if he elects to continue the dead-fuck on the grave of Mary Jo. If he lets it all hang out, he’s free. A hero. Bravest of the brave. All out for mankind, justice — all of the things he says he is (under certain conditions — already established by a man with a meat axe on his shoulder).
And the anti-war Peace March couriers and the half a million turnout? Continuation of the massive grave fuck on Mary Jo — in honor of Teddy Kennedy and Teddy McGovern and Dickie — nets them the same choices as Ellsberg, who loves Teddy, and Ellsberg’s attorneys, who love Teddy. If they let it all hang out, they’re free. The bravest of the brave. All out for mankind and justice — all of the things they say they are (subject to certain conditions).
The options from this thing are many — for this weekend. Thelma Golding’s boss is Schulman, National General Corporation. Schulman’s partner is Sinatra (S.S. & R. Enterprises, which holds 200,000 shares of National General). Both are partners of C. Arnholdt Smith — the Maf who owns San Diego, and Alessio, and U.S. Attorney Seward, and Representative Bob Wilson, who owns Dita Beard, who writes memos about ITT, that switch convention sites to the Fontainbleu, which Sinatra and Patriarcha own — which is why Sinatra said “Fuck You” to Congress — and then called Schulman and the following day Schulman and two other directors of National General resigned — to the total amazement of the entire Mafia economic community — except Sinatra and Onassis, of course — and were last seen on a South Pole flight. And that goes back to a day at Tahoe Airport — snowstorm. The only flight out, a Holiday Airlines flight, greedily oversold the thirty seats by fifteen. Fifteen stranded — on a bench, in a blizzard. One was an older lady — a pensioner. Crying. Broke from the slot machines. Another was me. Also broke. Holiday is owned by Golden West. Golden West is owned — illegally — by C. Arnholdt Smith (who owns Thelma Golding — who writes death sympathy cards) and Sinatra, who flies Onassis’ jets. Helms has “mistakes” to waste. What’s San Diego? The gang bang on Christ was moved to Miami.

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“Waste ‘em” — Abrams Acres, My Lai — to retain President Thieu and God Montini — National Mafia Policy — Vietnam. “Waste ‘em” — Mary Jo, my father, Christ, Yablonskis, Hampton and Clark, Newsom’s nieces, Hoover, Tunney’s hubby, Eugenie Niarchos, Hughes, fringes — Dickie and God Onassis-Teddy. “Suck ‘em in” — Washington, Rome, Skorpios — “a mistake.”
FDR, Joseph P., and Onassis’ Fatima #1 suck-in at Warsaw and Pearl Harbor. It’s the same history. Today, in Vietnam, as with Diem, it is, say the Buddhists. “We are 85% of the population. We will not kill. Yet 85% of the dead are ours. We have no power, no money. We have death. Conscripted Thieu decree — issued from Washington, Rome, Skorpios.”
Take the L.A. dilemma — this weekend — being filmed. Garry’s Black Panther Bobby Seale — Hoffa’s Teamster Gibbons — directing the Anti-war Peace March, Free Ellsberg group in the mass Mary Jo dead-fuck election of Teddy McGovern. Lots of erratics there — Ellsberg and the radical of Berkeley and S.F. Even Reagan, just returned from Rome. Helms thinks “Why not? The ‘mistake.’ Fatima #3.” Cedar statue of Fatima — Parish of Mafia Marcello, owner of Louisiana — sheds tears. Says Father Brealt: “The weeping means that the Blessed Mother insists that the faithful follow the message of Fatima.” Yes. Indeed. I have extracted 57% water — H20 — from an opal. 17% of sapphire juice from the 62-carat heart shaped sapphire now up President Patty’s ass.? That juice is something else. A real tear jerker. From ruby, it’s red — the color of blood.
“72 election gang bang canceled” (There is a memo about this from Rand — Ellsberg’s employers — who hide the file, “Project Star,” about JFK at Dallas, in Agnew’s office). Helms has a sudden reason — on his desk — to wrack up a batch of John-Marthas, and Naders, there in D.C. — this weekend — and flip all the rest on that other fucking half — a “mistake” right on Dickie’s dick — low, under unconcerned radar — which would cancel Catch 22 Teddy McGovern, cancel elections, and fulfill Fatima #3. And in Rome, this weekend, there is a sudden urgency to cut Montini out — “Why should he share the throne — murder at the transmission lines, the Italian Parliament, Recife” — bring Fatima #3 full circle. “It is Christ’s birthday, isn’t it?” No, that was April, 6 BC) “Fuck it. That solves Montini — Election ‘72 — Fatima #3 — Chappaquiddick Teddy. The whole shit. Why fuck around?”
Snake bitten Dickie — the running rabbit — no place to run, like Mitchell — 62-carats blocking Patty’s ass. Montini can’t crawl up his mommy — she’s Jewish. Montini — for once — flailing away with the truth — “Jesus Christ! Here I come!”
Helms has a vital reason — on his desk — to “mistake” Skorpios — this weekend. Clean sweep. As a doctor. Cure Boss Onassis’ phobia — “Fear of waking up to find everything gone.”

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This is the reasoning of one — CIA Helms — as he sits painfully on the grenade tamped up his ass — upon whom pressure is building — CIA heroin exposure, CIA-ITT murder exposure, CIA Fatima #3 Global Mission. As with the pressure on J. Edgar Hoover — murder occurred. J. Mafia Hoover. Helms prefers another solution: “Waste ‘em.” You.
This part of Option 3 — this glorious American Summer week-end, in the year of our Lord, 1972. A type of purgatory — a Mafia week-end between the dead-fuck of Mary Jo and the gang bang on Christ.
Option 4 has been cast upon the waters. Another type of reasoning. Whatever’s right. Equal justice for all. 2 hours and 13 minutes of torture for dead-fucked, busted snorkel Mary Jo. 8 hours of liver eating of Christ. Three and one-half years for my father — plus apple pie. This averages out to about 22 hours — per dead fucking, presidential and private, capita — as cancer — Mafia-MMORDIS computes murder. And that’s the law.

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July 25, 1972
Business as usual. This morning a Mafia meet in the White House to divvy up loot. Dickie meets with Mayor Alioto from McGucken’s archdiocese, Mayor Daley from the Chicago Cardinal’s diocese and Mayor Moon Landreau from the New Orleans Diocese of Marcello’s parish. This evening, loot in hand, Mayor Alioto rushes back to San Francisco to appear at a testimonial in Papal Knight, Shriner, Mafia Swig’s Fairmont — sponsored by Archbishop McGucken, S.F. Diocese, and Bishop Hurley, Santa Rosa Diocese — in honor of Mafia Alioto’s successful escape from the murders of 1) the Sam Goldwyn Judge, 2) the “Mafia Alioto Web” barbecues of Newsom’s nieces, Pelosi’s daughters, and a Japanese nurse, 3) Vancouver Judged, and 4) J. Mafia Hoover (whose “broad and shotgun” he appropriated — Mafia style — both being J. Mafia’s files) — for which he earned the badge of “Pure” from Dickie’s federal judge, who paid $34,724 for his job — less than Fraiman or the other three N.Y. Supreme Court Justices paid for theirs — admitted it — and retired on a pension.
Me? Same old thing. After dispatching the message to Ellsberg’s attorneys, I Xeroxed more stuff and sat down to wait. Jim Lindberg came in — sat down next to me — stared sourly and left — no words. At Jim’s (another Jim) someone sat down and said, “All right, tell me what you know,” and I did, and as I was deep into the shit an hour later he insisted on shaking hands and jumped up and ran away. Next night, I believe, at Jim’s, the entire U.S. Attorney’s office, secretaries, and marshals, sat around staring with sour looks. So I left and went up to Frank’s and was well into the huge cash prices out for any Mafia ears — a la Dr. Pepper — for the ears of anyone dead-fucking on Mary Jo’s grave, and Frank said, “Get out of here and don’t come back.” So I went back to Jim’s and said I had just put seven of his customers on the hanging list and he said, “Get out of here and don’t come back.” So the next night I was back. I was thinking of what I already knew about that L.A. anti-war Peace March 3-day meet. It was Sunday night and the buses were due back at about that time. Meet of the Year? Half a million? One thousand showed up. Two shifts — 500 reading things — 500 listening to Garry’s Bobby Seale and Hoffa’s Gibbons press for the endorsement of Teddy McGovern — an endorsement previously 100% assured by all 1,000 in attendance. The result — as with Meany — the group voted to endorse no candidate. Ellsberg’s speech? Scratched. News coverage? Total blackout — except for one agonized scream from Ellsberg’s attorneys. “Historic! Unprecedented! Since Friday,” (receipt of papers), “the Justice Department and all government units have placed total surveillance, total clamp on the defense attorneys. Secret reports only to Federal Judge Mafia Byrne, and he is sworn to secrecy.”

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I was thinking of one of that L.A. groups members — Jane Fonda — and her statement from Paris that day: “President Nixon is the greatest traitor known to mankind. And there are more.” And of Pedernales Johnson having another heart attack — that day. Johnson, you see, has been subpoenaed to appear at Ellsberg’s trial. And then two came in from the bus and sat down across the room. I had never seen them before, but one shouted to me, “Beautiful, Baby! Send that man two drinks. I don’t care if I die right now, tomorrow, or when. That’s better than this prison.” So I look away and ignore all this — and then he’s behind me at the jukebox. I’m the only one there — and he says “This song is for you, baby — S2 — ‘American Pie.’ “ (The words are very simple: “bye-bye Miss American pie — for this will be the day that I die.”) So I ignore some more — and there they are — both of them — with a hand stretched out. “We gotta go, but we gotta shake your hand, sir.” So I did, and I added, “You are gentlemen and scholars, I can tell. You must read a lot.” “Every word, baby. All the way.” And they left, and two young plain-clothes cops sat down near me and Jim asked, “What was that all about?” So I told him (and Alioto cops listen), “Freddie De Mattei is 97 years old. Sells papers. In his youth, as the best around — he was never knocked off his feet in the ring. He beat Abe Atel and Young Corbett — and the rest. He told me he followed a pattern — belly first, until they covered, right eye next, until it was gone, left eye the same — and then he’d call the referee over and have them hauled away — because, as a sportsman, he did not want to hurt them. ‘But, Bobby, if it could be now, or if it were then — Mafia Alioto or any of the cancer crud — I would have chopped and stomped and ground the shit into the canvas — and then pulled a ring post and killed the referee, and the audience, for allowing such a profanity to appear and infect in a public place.’ And yesterday I saw Freddie, because he had been missing for several days — sick, as it turned out — and he said his daughter had died and he had sent her out to be buried at Cypress Lawn with my father (her name, Irene O’Leary), and put a thou out for his own casket and 1050 for a place in Cypress Lawn — and he had passed out — and might have died — if it hadn’t been for two black men who weren’t worried and propped him up and fed him peaches until he was back on his feet again. And I said that I knew his son was Superior Court Judge De Mattei — and why didn’t he call him — busy these days (yes) — and that Judge De Mattei had just reversed a lower court decision finding dentist Genovese, of South San Francisco, guilty of murder of a girl, into

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‘leaving the scene of an accident,’ such as Teddy at Chappaquiddick, and was on his way up in the world. And then, Freddie said, ‘I’m getting sick again. I’m going home so I can be back selling papers Monday. You come by.’ Well, Jim, the key words here are ‘dentist Genovese, South San Francisco.’ Son of Vito Genovese, who fed German information through Luciano to Alioto in Capo Roosevelt’s Justice and made a hero out of him — who, with Luciano, welcomed American Generals to Sicily (a fight-free Mafia gift) and entire Catch 22 squadrons such as those of Teddy McGovern — and then arranged the details of the Apalachin Mafia sweep of the U.S. of Mafia Election Process — for Onassis — which produced many things.”
I rambled on for awhile — about the Nixon Mafia now grabbing for the Mafia loot (campaign funds) of Dannie Schwartz — Sinatra’s National General partner — and Schwartz’s National General superior, Kline. But the key word was Genovese — and one of Alioto’s cops muttered, “You’d better be big” — and they got up and left.
Next day at a bus stop — isolated district, near mother’s, I see an uptown group — Dale (Broken arm — Mafia heroin Norma — my comparison, “Pope Addonizio — Pope Alioto — Pope Montini” — drink in the face — “You better be big” — back in here somewhere), Bob Saxon (last seen uptown, reading Genovese reports over my shoulder and wrestling with 62-carat Elizabeth Dale, ITT) — and another one, leaving Bob Kusick’s place (Gun in my face — Grant’s tomb). I know Dale works for what’s-his-name who carries cash to Ireland for IRA guns. So? They pass and get into an untagged car at a fire plug and go away. I go downtown and Xerox in the R[Unreadable ] building, financial district, Montgomery Street — replacement copies, documents on Alioto’s Mafia Police and Bremer’s Greek hypnotic friends across Lake Michigan). Outside I stop at a magazine rack. Three of Montini Alioto’s finest — cherubic Montini faces — full blue and big guns — “Freeze. Spread Eagle. Identification. Rush hour. Thousands staring at this trapped criminal — me (Also being filmed. 60-second bit). One goes into the magazine place to phone — with my ID The other two hold this trapped criminal at bay. For about fifteen minutes — for the entertainment of thousands of Montgomery Street Mary Jo dead-fucking commuters. Back comes O’Leary, with the Mafia message: You can go now. You’re lucky. Here, with all these store-front lawyers ready to jump us for brutality — we are polite. Now, on your way — by bus — out to your isolated district.” I transferred — way out — 10th and Clement — isolated corner. Squad car in front of the bus, behind it, on the other three corners, and others circling the corner. Finally back to Jim’s, where I told him I would hang the three of them — and to pass the message along.

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And then down to Harry’s to meet George Wallace’s local representative — Keith Green, et al. This was et al, whom I had first met with Keith Green nearly four years ago — just after Alioto clobbered my car (Wallace’s independent vote that year was an aid to Dickie’s election). Said I: “Prop Wallace up somehow — or better still, strap him out somehow, on a portable cross — you know — velvet handholds, whatever will be the most comfortable — and I’ll elect him to the presidency. As you know, my father was murdered for the same reasons as Mary Jo, JFK, Bobby, Martin Luther King, and on and on — and he is a perfect living example. Who do you think racked up your boss?” Et al: “Teddy McGovern’s men.” Me: “Partially correct. It was Teddy Kennedy’s father — Onassis — who, of course, also spawned Teddy McGovern and Dickie. They rousted me today uptown — but they very carefully did not look in this bulky sack,” (By now, a Montini Alioto ear had come in and was bending our way. So as to make it easy, I spoke directly to it) “which contains evidence about the Greek boys of Onassis who ushered Bremer across Lake Michigan to the Psycho Lab for booster shots.” Et al: “Can I see it?” Me: “No. Wallace already has. Tell Keith Green to call me.” Et al: “Okay, I know you. I know you can do it.”
Today — news from Wallace’s Independent Party staff — “We will draft George Wallace to run for President, if we have to prop him up on a cross.”
Tonight — now — I’m going down to Jim’s for a beer. Care to go with me? Say yes, because you are going with me.

3:00 a.m.
Not a cop on the street. Or in Jim’s. Nor Federal Marshals, U.S. Attorney Mafia, nor Mafia-Mafia, nothing. Beer was on the house and Jim was busy. He was reading the arrest of Rudy Tham, member of the Genovese-Alioto-Lanza Mafia branch — Alioto’s Fire Commissioner — and a Teamster Mafia President, along with the arrest of Tham’s partner — Holt, of the Genovese-Dioguardi-Ducks Corallo New York Mafia — and Tham’s partner — Johnny Di Lorenzo, of the Genovese family, currently conducting Mafia murder from prison where he is serving ten years for prior Genovese Mafia social work. I said “Genovese!” and nobody even looked up. So I sat there and tried ESP on the back of Jim’s neck. “Jim, in answer to your question — it’s not the hanging of these three of Alioto’s Mafia cops. It is the hanging of all of them. Fire Commissioners — including, of course, Nunzio Alioto; Police Commissioners — including Alioto’s partner Farrari; all of City Hall; D.A. Ferndon’s group — including the young one who refused to take my Alioto hit-run report four years ago — Goldsmith, son of U.S. Commissioner Goldsmith who release Tham, without bail. It is the hanging of the bartenders who serve them — and the incineration of the bar stools on which they sit. It is, as Freddie De Mattei suggested —

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a ring post to exterminate the entire necrophiliac S.F. audience who allows such a cancer to appear in public and infect. It is the group who sponsored the massive cover-up of the Alioto hit-run on my car that elected Dickie and caused Chappaquiddick — and then joined Montini-Onassis-Teddy and Dickie in the murder of my father and the massive dead-fuck on Mary Jo’s grave. Yes, Jim — Supreme Courts everywhere — quickly, in total fear and unconstitutionality — declared ‘no death penalty for any crime — murder, treason, whatever’ and ‘no authority at all over the Two Mafia Parties who anoint our leaders.’ But, International law supersedes National Law — and legal rulings — regarding war and crimes — representatives of four fifths of the civilized world have ruled this. ‘Hanging for all who dead-fuck on the grave of Mary Jo — and all that lies buried there. Hanging for all who obstruct, interfere, or don’t assist the hangman.’ On crosses, Jim, because of a ruling by a religious character with a speared liver, who jumped off the cross at Chappaquiddick.”
ESP doesn’t work for me. But he did turn around — with dew all over his upper lip, and bought me a beer.
I left. Not a soul in sight. For blocks, no squad cars. Nothing. It was early yet. So I stopped at the Bank Of America on the corner and raised the night depository flap and spoke into Bank Of America tape. “Mrs. Giannini, I saw you on TV, flanking Alioto a month or so ago. It was Sunday, prime time, and McCoy’s Harpers article on the 80% world heroin flowing from Onassis Golden Triangle in Thailand had just hit the street — so Mafia Paley of CBS had arranged two one-half hours — the first with you and Alioto exposing the Mafia to be non-existent and decrying false attacks on Mafia Montini. And the second, showing how it is that all of that heroin comes from Mexico — in detailed film. My question, Mrs. Giannini, since you own the Bank Of America, a mouth of the ‘Hughes’ Mafia Money Funnel, is this: How is the health of Fred Martin, your Public Relations director at World Headquarters — known in Moscow as ‘Heroin Mafia Freddie’? The last time I saw him, he was a lowly Republican Mafia hatchetman at the Chamber of Commerce — owned by Mafia Sweig — along with Greenagel — going over my Alioto hit-run reports that elected Dickie. After Chappaquiddick, you hired him — and Onassis hired Newsom — in Switzerland — ‘permanently.’ It was too bad that Newsom violated that ‘permanently’ and returned to San Francisco in the middle of the ‘Mafia Alioto Web’ trial and thus was able to witness the barbecue of his two nieces, plus their Japanese nurse. Mrs. Giannini, do you charge interest for barbecued girl flesh? Please answer my questions, sweet lady. I live just down the street — where my father was murdered.”

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Still not a human in sight — up and down the streets in four directions — so I went across the street to the drug store and raised the mail flap and spoke to the empty store, and the apartment above — “New York Police — Knapp Commission — totally on the heroin and murder take. Daley’s Chicago cops have their own execution squads to exterminate the cops who don’t shake down enough. Every Mafia diocese in every U.S. of Mafia city is the same. Montini gets his from the confessional. Alioto-Genovese-Lanza-McGucken San Francisco specializes in rat poison that works well in apple pie. My question is — did this store peddle the stuff that went in my father’s apple pie — and J. Mafia Hoover’s? And did the Alioto Mafia cops purchase a supply for the ones that came back from that Ellsberg Anti-War Peace March? I’m checking, you see, because a ‘Hughes’ helicopter gunship followed that bus — with a sack of papers — all the way to L.A. — where massive surveillance took over. Down there, a phone call to an Ellsberg attorney was made by a peace marcher — re. the papers. Copies of this taped call were given to Mafia Judge Byrne — who declared the illegal defense lawyer tap legal and refused to divulge the tapes. But the screams from Ellsberg were so loud, the trial was delayed to go through the formality of holding an Appeal Court Ruling on that unconstitutional, treasonous act. That court will uphold Mafia Byrne — since, of the judges, one is Supreme Court Justice Douglas (Mafia Stardust Vegas bit — and Sacha Volman Caribbean bit for the same Mafia group — formerly Parvin-Dohrmann, now Recrion) and another is James Browning, Sr. — father of James Browning, Jr., the Mafia San Francisco U.S. Attorney who has been sitting on those papers ever since I met him in Greenagel’s office two weeks after Chappaquiddick — and who lately stops in at Jim’s to glare at me. All right — even if Ellsberg’s screams get that treasonous act into the Supreme Court, their ruling will be ‘Constitutional’ — since, you see, they ruled ‘the death penalty illegal for any cause,’ and ‘the two Mafia Parties are the supreme law — over us even’ — since they belong to those Mafia Parties, were appointed by them, are paid by them, and will be assassinated by them for any violation of Omerta. Pedernales Johnson, of course, who has been subpoenaed for that Ellsberg trial, is in a hospital, ‘indefinitely’ — under a doctor’s care — as was Dita Beard, and any Maf anywhere who is about to squawk. My question is — are you participating in the apple pie murders of these kids who have read these papers?

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And then on to Harry’s — where on the previous evening I offered the Presidency to George Wallace, via his local officers — Keith Green et al. It was only midnight, but two things were odd — no humans in sight — and Harry’s was padlocked. That had never happened before. He caters to Alioto’s Mafia cops, and they drink a lot (some of them get pensions for alcoholism). In fact, one of them was pouring booze down et al when I left of the previous evening. So I backed up a bit and addressed myself to the open apartment window above Harry’s padlocked door: “Harry, I know you and et al are in there — and I have a message for et al. Last night we agreed that he’d prop him (Wallace) up on a comfortable cross and I would elect him president. And this morning the news quoted Wallace’s Independent Party staff in Memphis as agreeing: ‘We will draft George Wallace for the presidency if we have to prop him up on a cross.’ And then, several hours later, Conally made a sudden urgent trip to see Wallace, begging newsmen to please keep the sudden trip secret (they didn’t) — and they discussed their mutual assassination bullets — Connally from Dallas Oswald and Wallace from Maryland Bremer. Connally said: ‘My job is to travel the world and plug leaks in this assassination row. I just left Red Duke in Afghanistan and by God that’s where you’ll be, George, if you don’t knock this Presidency shit off.’ And Wallace issued a weak statement to the press: ‘No, I won’t run.’ My message, et al, is this: With all this off and on stuff going on — let me make one thing perfectly clear — George Wallace will run for the presidency on a cross — a comfortable one — or the hard way, you know, nails and all that stuff. Tender that one to him, please. Connally quit everything — the Treachery Secretary and V.P. (Said he to Dickie: ‘V.P.? Fuck you. You’re hotter than a pistol. “Traitor,” Jane Fonda says.’) and Dickie had to fall back on Greeky Agnew, which is an approved Onassis Greek ticket. Mitchell quit everything and can’t help anybody from up Martha’s ass. Wilson quit and is hiding in Panhandle sagebrush. J. Mafia Hoover quit by apple pie. Teddy quit both Pres. and V.P. and stays close to Joanie’s ass — ready for a quick leap in. At the Mafia Miami Mafia Demo dead-fuck on Mary Jo, ten, count ‘em, ten, told Teddy McGovern, ‘V.P.? Fuck you — you’re hotter than a pistol. “Traitor,” they say.’ And so Teddy finally dredged up St. Louis Shenker Mafia Eagleton — a Mafia drunk who staggers in and out of nut houses (perfect qualifications for a President, says Dickie, and Marcello Boggs just before he fell off the podium). And now Teddy Mafia

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(Kennedy) tells Teddy (McGovern) to dump Eagleton and dredge up a new one — maybe Alioto, or Tham, or Genovese, or Lanza. We just can’t seem to find a President or a Vice President for the U.S. of Mafia. I tell ya what — you up there in that apartment behind the open window — or anybody up in those others — I’ll elect any two of you Pres. and V.P. — no charge. Jim, down the street in his bar, was complaining about business and I told him I could bring four-fifth’s of the civilized world into his bar for a drink — not necessarily booze — but thirsty — I mean thirsty — if he desired — and he agreed that I could do that, but no thanks. So, how about it? Is there anyone up and down the dead-fucking-Mary Jo streets of this necrophiliac nation — the U.S. of Mafia — who would like to be President or V.P. or both? Anyone?”
The apartment window slammed — and a few more down the block — and there was silence — and fog rolling in — so I went home. I’m sleepy. I’ll tell you about Teddy McGovern on Chappaquiddick weekend with Mafia Kimelman on Virgin Island — and Eagleton in St. Louis during his Mafia nut house days — and interesting foreign affairs — working fine — in India, Africa, South America, North Ireland, Egypt, Australia — and some other places — if I get around to it before the shit hits the fan via your local Mafia newspaper. Fallout from Option 3. But not now. This is very late on the evening of July 25, 1972.

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July 28, 1972
Murder — for you — from the Supreme Courts — Federal and State. From Mafia judges — selected from Mafia attorneys — who, like all ambassadors, purchased their jobs — mordida — the white envelopes. In their current urgency to protect themselves from now exposed treason, murder and high crimes against Mankind and Christ — by declaring the death penalty illegal — for any reason — they automatically release from prison those whose lives are committed to murder — such as Manson, who will, a few years from now, be roaming the street on his horror murder route. And Barboza — who confessed to 25 Mafia contract murders — and recently squawked on Sinatra — is due out now on parole. Any assassin — any cold blooded murderer — even hypnotic Sirhan — will be out. All those currently roaming the street are buying bullets — what do they have to lose? Any cold blooded murderer — This they release on you — in order to protect themselves from hanging for treason — “Enemy within, enemy without’ — Mafia, cancer, MMORDIS. ITT McCone and Helms CIA? “Waste ‘em.” S.F., L.A., San Diego, Washington, Rome, Skorpios.
Humphrey, in Mafia Miami: “Politics is Religion. Our Senate leaders are Teddy, Tunney and Hoffa Suitcase Montoya.”
Teddy McGovern: “Thailand is not part of Indochina. Heroin doesn’t exist. Therefore we will keep our missiles and planes and troops in Thailand to protect those heroin routes with ‘Hughes’ smart bombs and ‘Hughes’ helicopter gun ships, ‘Hughes’ satellites, and ‘Hughes’ missiles in McCone Bechtel missile silos.”
In San Francisco — Genovese, Alioto, Lanza and Chappaquiddick Broad Rene Arana — clerk, had a ball altering, destroying and deleting the Alioto hit-run records that started the expose of this shit. (Lastnight, 1400 Mafia-Alioto Bishops, etc., gathered to tribute Alioto on successful evasion of murder, treason and every high crime against mankind and Christ — The Vatican and Alioto divvied up $60 thousand in mordida loot and Bishop Hurley anointed. “It is outrageous for dirty politicians to crucify Alioto. He can stand taller than he really is.” Yes indeed — a cross.)
In St. Louis the six traffic citations on Eagleton for “drunk driving” had been altered by erasure to read “reckless driving” — Photostatted — and then the citations destroyed by the Cervantes-Shenker-Eagleton St. Louis Mafia group (check Denny Walsh). There was no hearing. Nothing. But the Photostats got out. Maf who run in and out of nut houses don’t like these deleted records getting out, because, like Thailand and Heroin, and the Mafia Election Process, and, and, and… — they don’t exist. So, for character reference, Eagleton directed a reporter to his closest friend — an unimpeachable source — Mafia Mayor Cervantes of St. Louis (who didn’t bother to sue “Life” for it’s detailed Mafia report on he and Shanker, Hoffa’s attorney). Said Mafia Cervantes: “Eagleton is as pure as Alioto.

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Teddy Eagleton never touched a drop — and it would be impossible to delete, alter or destroy police records in our Mafia City Hall — just as it is impossible to do so in Pure Mafia Alioto-Genovese-Lanza’s town.”
“And this,” noted the commentator, “does to Teddy Eagleton what Chappaquiddick did to Teddy Kennedy. I wonder what lurks for Teddy McGovern? Or one of the three that he will pick to replace Teddy Eagleton — Teddy Shriver, Teddy Mayor White, or Teddy Governor Lucey? What lurks for my boss — Teddy Hearst? And come to think of it — me? This is Teddy Cronkite, from Washington.” Station announcer: “Hmm. Teddy Dickie? Teddy Spiro? Teddy me?”
(During all this — the last two days — Teddy Eagleton was close at my elbow here in S.F. — conferring with Archbishop McGucken, Alioto, Genovese, Sweig, Lanza, Shorenstein, in Del Webb’s Mafia Towne House — and mopping Holy Water sweat from his Mafia brow.)
From South Dakota — Teddy McGovern comments on all this: “If I were President — the first thing I’d do would be to hang Thieu, Chiang Kai-Shek and J. Edgar Hoover.” J. Edgar Hoover, already murdered, is Teddy McGovern’s synonym for Alioto — who, with Hoover’s files, is now top Maf. For Teddy McGovern thinks back to Chappaquiddick weekend — when he was vacationing with Onassis Mafia Kimelman in the Virgin Islands. Notified of the murder, he quickly phoned and wired Teddy of his total support and availability as substitute. For it was he who picked up Bobby’s murdered body delegate votes in 1968 (JFK purchased Greedy McGovern in 1961 — appointed him director for Food For Peace). And then — just after I laid the entire Chappaquiddick murder out — publicly — to Dickie, et al — on Aug. 5, 1969 — Johnson met Dickie in Washington to close that end of the lid — “Dickie, We hang together, or we hang separately. Remember Howard Hughes?” — and in Washington, Kimelman (visibly, West Indies Corp. and Virgin Islands Hilton) called together McGovern and the Mafia to seal the deal (Present were Nader’s Senator Ribicoff — JFK lad who wants to invade Northern Ireland, Fred Dutton — JFK and Bobby, the Udall Bros. — JFK and Bobby; lawyer Myer Feldman — Onassis; Blair Clark — Vatican McCarthy’s Capo; and ten more — now identified — faceless Mafia). McGovern was the pick. Mr. Clean. Had he not chosen politics he was a shoe-in for Bishop of the Methodist Church — just as Teddy has a Papal Bishopcy waiting — anytime he wants it. Humphrey explains it: “Politics is Religion.”
All this because Alioto clobbered my car — cause Humphrey to lose the election — and Teddy to murder Mary Jo — and Onassis to murder Howard Hughes — and Dickie to murder my father. They were unkind to Yablonski and family. Abusive in Vietnam. They ate Christ’s liver and are chomping on my mother. A necrophiliac nation dead fucks on Mary Jo’s busted nose. And U.S. of Mafia pumps up Fatima #3. A hanging has been arranged.

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By 9:00 p.m., July 20, 1972, these papers were read by Roger Rudenstein — and group — S.F. Peace Coalition. By midnight, they were in the hands of Jerry Gordon, N.Y. attorney — national director of the Peace Coalition — in L.A. for the three day U.C.L.A. Peace March. In the morning — having read — Gordon, as directed, called an Ellsberg attorney. Gordon had a permanent tap on him. Ellsberg’s attorneys didn’t — a courtesy granted by Ellsberg to prove that the U.S. of Mafia is benevolent. Further proof of fairness: Justice delivered the contents of the tap to Mafia Federal Judged Matt Byrne (appointed by Mafia JFK) — prosecuting Ellsberg for Attorney General Mitchell, who has since disappeared up Martha’s ass. Vatican Mafia Judge Byrne (who purchased his job for $47,227) buried the tap in “total secrecy.” Then, to prove Mafia benevolence, told Ellsberg’s attorneys he had it, and had buried it (Byrne got the tap on Friday afternoon, July 21, 1972, held it over the weekend, and then told Ellsberg on Monday, when the trial was set to start. Ellsberg screamed “railroad.” And Byrne said, “Trial first, and then, if convicted, we’ll look into it.” This is illegal — but Byrne is as frightened as Eagleton. And McGovern. And Teddy. And Dickie. And Montini. And the entire necrophiliac half of the world). The “benevolent” reason for “Justice” bringing it to Byrne, and Byrne, reluctantly disclosing it, and then trying to pass it off — anything to get the rigged Mafia trial over with — a la the Berrigans — is that they knew they were being rigged. Their moves were being filmed.
Occasionally when I pick up my mother’s phone to call — a voice says “Claude, what’s up?” My father got that bit nearly four years ago when this shit first started. So, on the Tuesday before this bit started — July 18, 1972 — I called the Peace Coalition about bus fares and times to that L.A. Peace March. Then I said “Fine. I wanna go. Where do I buy a ticket?” They told me. (This was permissible to the CIA — for several reasons: 1) there wasn’t a fucking thing they could do to stop it, 2) the total clamp was on in L.A.) Which is why it was that the Mafia watched me deliver these papers — to Ellsbergs attorneys — via a batch of personal couriers — in approved Mafia CIA style, the way they deliver heroin. They were a little shocked — and worried about a rig — and film. So Justice brought the tap to Byrne on Friday afternoon. Byrne, with Chappaquiddick in his pocket, was still reluctant — until, over the weekend, he read several pursuant papers I accidentally lost around San Francisco — which verified the filming of his activity — and the notification of others concerned. And that is why the shit hit the fan on Monday, and I was spread-eagle on the street in S.F. by three of Alioto-Genovese-Lanza-Montini cops. Said Mafia Byrne: “The matter discussed in the tap” (Chappaquiddick) “has no relation to the Ellsberg trial. It is a completely separate matter. Irrelevant.”

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Ellsberg: “Unconstitutional! We defendants have an adversary right to determine whether it has a bearing on our defense.” Mafia Byrne, a la Dickie: “Fuck the constitution. I rule. Trial first — on our rigged schedule. Then, we might discuss it — if it doesn’t get deleted, destroyed or lost.” Ellsberg: “Unconstitutional! We appeal.” So, to the Federal Appeals Court — composed of Supreme Court Justice Douglas, James Browning, Sr., and Ely — whose Mafia status was previously described. Automatic Mafia denial — to Ellsberg — by that Mafia Court (Douglas was paid a quarter mill by Onassis for Stardust and Caribbean aid). So to Douglas personally — in Pasadena — request for Supreme Court to rule. Douglas: “Come to Yakima, Washington, where we can talk this over in private — make a Mafia deal.” Today, in Yakima, Mafia choices are being sorted over. Ellsberg’s Mafia Kennedy attorneys (Ellsberg did work for Kennedy — and was in Vietnam — blazing away with a machine gun on Vietnamese humans, just as Calley was in My Lai) — are blackmailing Mafia Douglas with Chappaquiddick. And Douglas is blackmailing them. Mitchell’s Justice is blackmailing both of them. Douglas can turn down Ellsberg — offer him a minor term — and loot — like Clifford Irving, and quickly and quietly get the trial over — safely — so it will be forgotten by the time of the Mafia Election, 1972. Or he can put it in purgatory. Until after that Mafia Election, 1972. You see, the Mafia Supreme Court is in recess. Can’t reconvene until after that gang bang on Christ. Yes, it is true — that they reconvened — in 4 hours — at the command of the Mafia Demo Party — to issue a quick ruling that “The Mafia Parties that select our leaders are a law that supersedes our law. That’s the way it is.” And then another ruling: “We do not reconvene once we are on our vacation.” So, there we are.
In the meantime — the entire Anti-War group — led by Jerry Gordon — gathered to unanimously endorse Teddy McGovern — and suddenly, Gordon announced the results: “We will endorse no candidate. Nobody. I’m going back to New York to meet my partner, Jane Fonda, who knows things — now — and labels Dickie the greatest traitor in history. She will endorse no candidate — even though as of last Thursday she had announced 1000% approval of Teddy McGovern. We aren’t even gonna be in Miami for the Republican gang bang on Christ. That’s well taken care of. We have changed our plans. We have a friend that resents Truman’s murder at Hiroshima.”
In New York: Jane Fonda gets off the plane from Hanoi: “No comment. I must talk to Jerry Gordon first.” Next day, she speaks, with hands folded in prayer —

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“What is a traitor? Dickie Nixon. The patriots are those speaking out against the war. I endorse nobody. I endorse peace. I am against death. I am for life. The men who are ordering the use of war weapons are was criminals according to international law — and in the past the men who were guilty of these kinds of crimes were tried and executed.”
Ah, yes. An academy award winning actress. We have an academy award winning actor running our state — Ronnie, baby. Wallace wants to prop up John Wayne — one of the Green Berets, who run heroin out of Thailand (check Wenker, McCoy) — to take his place.
All dead-fucking on Mary Jo’s grave. The Law is: Anyone dead-fucking on Mary Jo’s grave, and all that is buried there — will hang.
This is July 29, 1972. The noon news: “Douglas has granted a brief stay in the Ellsberg trial in order to consider wiretapping evidence.” Ah, yes — Ellsberg’s blackmail — and how to solve it, hide it, bury it — a la Chappaquiddick, Hughes. “Wallace has bowed out of the presidential race — on doctor’s orders.” The doctor was “Dallas Bullet” Connally who proposed an Afghanistan vacation for Gallant Fighter George Wallace — and his family.
My instructions to Rudenstein: “Get this to Ellsberg’s attorneys for me. It will also get Ellsberg out of jail.” He got it to them. And it did get Ellsberg out of jail. There was another instruction: “I want this copy back. This copy. I don’t care what Ellsberg’s attorneys do. If they want a copy that can run one off — or thousands, as Ellsberg did. I want this copy back.”
Rudenstein made two mistakes. He interrupted my questions and instructions — with a question. And he did not return that copy. It has now been ten days. That copy — the physical sheets — has the mark of Cain upon it. There is no margin for error. Time ticks on.
U.N. Secretary General Waldheim states” “Bombing the dikes! That is the murderous drowning of millions of civilians!” Responds Dickie: “Fuck ‘em. Me and Montini and Teddy and Onassis have established a precedent for Pond drowning at Chappaquiddick — and for Holy Crusades — and so the Dyke Pond drowning is legal.” And the nervous Mafia finger that signs Betty Waterhouse’s checks, shakily rattles nukes — “Fuck ‘em. We can blot them out in an afternoon. They should be happy that we only kill at random.” (Helms’ “Waste ’em” — Abrams Acres, My Lai, fruit of thy Genovese-Alioto womb) “How will these presidents look with shit on their faces?” I asked Barbara Phillips. The answer is that — to shit — shit is beautiful. A necrophiliac nation of shit, dead-fucking on Mary Jo’s grave.

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Dyke Bridge at Poucha Pond — Dyke bombing in Vietnam — it’s the same drowning, the same murder, for the same reason. Next up — you.
Tanya’s. Joseph P. Kennedy’s Tanya in Kiev (assists by FDR-Onassis-J. Mafia) is the same as John F. Kennedy’s Tanyas in Vietnam (assists by Vatican Spellman’s Holy Crusade — lamented now by Teddy — “What about the Tanya’s in Vietnam?”) is the same as Teddy Kennedy’s Tanya at Chappaquiddick. Next up — you.
(“Waste ‘em — S.F., L.A., San Diego — Washington, Rome, Skorpios — Helms, CIA)
Roosevelt explained this to his press corps — World War II — re. D-Day in Europe. His words: “You want to get the word ‘invasion’ out of people’s heads all over the world. It’s a war of liberation. All wars will be wars of liberation from now on. Holy Crusades.” Fatima #1, 2 and yours, #3. Other FDR quotes: “I hate war.” “Pearl Harbor — Day of Infamy.”
During the midst of this current Eagleton V.P. qualification shit, a bill to end the war — total pullout by Election Day — cleared the House and lacked only two votes to clear the Senate. Those two votes — Senators Teddy McGovern and Senator Teddy Eagleton — were off somewhere in a Mafia back room fighting the Teddy Kennedy Vatican Presidential battle. They forgot about ending the war.
Eagleton was selected in a back room — basis of Mafia Religion, Mafia districts, and Mafia rackets — the handmaidens (Cervantes, Montini, Meany, Daley, McDonnell).
So was Onassis-Pappas’ Greeky Agnew. In Skorpios.
And Teddy McGovern — in Onassis’ Caribbean — on Chappaquiddick Day.
And Dickie — long ago, by a banker — because he had the greatest rat potential in the world. Proven many times — Helen Gahagen Douglas — through “Hughes” Apalachin 1957 — Chappaquiddick — and the murder of my father. A perfect pick to lead Fatima #3.
Five years ago — a million dollars (“seven figures” is what “Lillo” offered me on August 9, 1969) was passed under the table to Charles Perlick and the other directors of the Newspaper Guild — by the CIA (Guild — a Mafia union of news reporters). This was to guarantee Mafia censorship — by Onassis. This year, Onassis paid their Nixon-hedge Mafia mordida to endorse Teddy (any Teddy — Kennedy, McGovern, Eagleton — plus whichever Vatican Teddy replaces Teddy Eagleton — Teddy Muskie, from last time out, or Teddy Boston White, or Teddy O’Brien). This year — all of the millions from Joanie’s Mafia Demo Telethon — an orgy of dead-fucking on Mary Jo’s grave — went into Mafia Murderer Tony Boyle’s National Bank of Washington — from which he loot the $169 million

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Pension funds and paid for the murders of the Yablonski family — with the approval of Dickie’s Secretary of Labor — Schultz. True Davis is the Mafia President of that bank, for Mafia Tony Boyle. True Davis was Johnson’s Ambassador to Switzerland, where Mafia loot from American banks is “washed” and returned via the “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel to “contribute” — for instance — $35,000 from Tony Boyle to Hubert Humphrey, in 1968 — in a campaign which was junked by an Alioto hit-run on Sept. 16, 1968 at 10:45 p.m., at Franklin and Lombard. (Tony Boyle was given a 10 year sentence for that. He murdered the Yablonski family. He is not in jail. He is running for president of the union again. Federal law says he cannot run for that election. The bank is still going strong. True Davis will be the next Ambassador to Switzerland.) True Davis is the one who released that “drunk driving” citation (six destroyed — all but four sets) on Eagleton to Jack Anderson. True Davis wants to scratch Eagleton for the real Teddy Kennedy. Mafia Strauss, former Democratic Treasurer whose feet were on the middle of my back from Sept. 16, 1968 on, is the only man who can withdraw that loot. He works for Onassis and wants to scratch Eagleton for the real Ted Kennedy. An entire necrophiliac nation moans for the throne for the real Teddy Kennedy. Including me. We may have to drag that reluctant president into that oval office with a rope around his neck and prop him upright — properly — there, on a Montini cross — slightly off the floor — since everyone knows that Teddy can walk on Chappaquiddick water, busted noses, dead fucked graves — and putrid floor board Poucha Pond Bubble Air. Christ himself never walked on air.
Let’s see. A letter, from me, quickly elected Dickie in 1968 — and a batch of fallout, from bombing halts to a sudden interest in a new mineral and Chappaquiddick and “Hughes/” Another letter — re. Chappaquiddick, the solution, tilted the world — Pope, Russia, China, and the U.S. of Mafia . In four days — in April, 1970 — a letter to Mafia Judge Aitken — now employed by Mafia U.S. Attorney Browning, set off the Cambodian invasion. In four days — in August, 1970 — a letter to Necrophiliac Nader set him up in the holy business via an Onassis bribe. Fallout all over the place — Harry Yee’s $6 billion S.F. heroin — China in the U.N. — Taiwan out — Kissinger’s begging trips to Peking — and, with Dickie, to Moscow and Peking. A letter to Garry quickly secured the release of Angela Davis — and all Black Panthers in jail — including Hilliard, who, before a crowd of 10,000 — on TV — declared, “I will murder Richard Nixon.” Fallout all over the place — Mitchell up an asshole, Teddy up an asshole, Connally, Wallace — apple pie to others. So much, I can’t remember them all at this tired moment — although they are all out — accurate and detailed — in the cold angry fingers of people who also push nuclear buttons.

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On July 20, 1972, I handed a letter to Rudenstein — “It will get Ellsberg out of jail.” On July 24, 1972, Ellsberg was out of jail.
That’s four days.
This world will — 1) Reverse itself over a four-day Holiday — the Eleventh Commandment — “Murderers on a cross, not me” — or 2) go out in a 22-hour songfest — or 3) go our in a Fatima #3 one hour Holy Crusade — followed by a 21-hour remnant songfest. Whichever choice, whichever comes first, there will be singing.
Four days from now is my father’s birthday — Aug. 3, 1972. He is murdered ashes, at Cypress Lawn. He enjoyed singing. So did Mary Jo. During the four years of my father’s murder. birthdays were rather slim. I am going to be at Cypress Lawn and hand him the mobiles — eternity yo-yo’s — that he wants to sing to him. And ask him to pass out the others to Mary Jo, Tisserant, Father Mootz, Yablonski family, Newsom’s nieces, Tanya — ah, the list is long. And so are the strings of mobiles. I will go by streetcar, transfer, and bus — and then walk over the hill — a long walk — behind Hearst’s mausoleum with this gift. I have no car. The Mafia CIA wants it this way. I will be alone. My mother can’t make it. Her murder is half done. She can’t climb over the hill. The rest of the family? Running — like Ma and Pa Kopechne — Lagos, Nigeria, for instance. The Canadian border. The Mexican border.
And a Happy Birthday to you? Yes.
Let’s see. When was Christ’s birthday? Was it Christmas? Who was his father?
Let’s go back to L.A. Ellsberg. Trial to start Monday, July 24, 1972. The forced admission of existence of the Jerry Gordon wire tap — the Ellsberg screams — the hasty week of appellate and Supreme Court decisions to lid the contents of that phone call. A final desperate threat by Mafia Dickie’s Mafia U.S. Attorney Nissen to call together the Mafia Supreme Court — for the second time in a century (first was during the Mafia Demo Convention in four hours) — in emergency session. And today, the news consensus: “The Ellsberg trial has ended. Douglas has granted a 30-day stay — for the defense to prepare a presentation to Dickie’s Mafia Supreme Court — presided over by Mafia Burger, who gave Onassis the ships, and including three more of Dickie’s Onassis boys, plus Douglas, of the Onassis Stardust payroll, and one of JFK’s appointees, and a few more assorted Maf — all of whom voided the death sentence for treason — their own. This Supreme Court will reconvene in the fall — and consider this simple overheard phone conversation,” (it was a simple overheard phone conversation that murdered Mary Jo — and another that murdered Eugenie Niarchos, Onassis’ first love, sister-in-law, and now, sometime recipient of his grave fucking). And that will be after the 1972 Mafia Election gang bang on Christ — and the entire matter will disappear — as have all of the other lid poppers — and Ellsberg has made his deal — “I’ve got better voodoo than you do” — with the Mafia — and today these two Christ figures who carry Project Star On Dallas in their back pockets — Ellsberg and Russo, are out eulogizing the public about the horrors of war — as did FDR and JFK and Johnson and Dickie. Nader is on deodorants. And Pachtner manipulates recalled GM cars.
Primitive stark legal Mafia hang out in action: At the L.A. Appellate Court hearing, Mafia U.S. Attorney Nissen bluntly told the three Mafia Judges, “We admit Mafia Judge Byrne is illegal in not releasing that tape about Chappaquiddick. We admit that he is illegal in ruling that the Mafia rigged trial continue. But, your Honors, you have heard it. We will all hang — all of us — us cancer — and that includes you, your Honors.” All in the court rose, stood at attention, facing Mecca, northeast from L.A., and two handed, in unison — and then court resumed and Nissen spoke these blunt, immortal words:
“If we disclose it, there is no way we can un-disclose it.”
The Court: “Ellsberg’s stay denied. Tape is buried. Permanently. Trial continues.”
(Since reversed, of course, By Ellsberg’s voodoo in the Supreme Court — nine old necrophiliac Mafia — who will solemnly declare missiles illegal, while they comb them out of their hair and clutch a rotting belly button and tug away at a mineral goose up the ass — and this is quite a feat, even for experienced two-handed cancers — and join in the Mafia Chorus: Chappaquiddick, My Chappaquiddick, Why Do I Love Thee, My Teddeee, My Teddeee…”
And so it is that we now speak of thirsty, skinny, liver missing people around the world. The four-fifths of the civilized world who can, at any moment, stop in at Jim’s — thirsty — but not necessarily for booze. I saw a film of Cambodian peasants walking out of the jungle — each carrying two heads by the bloody hair — grinning happily, still drooling fresh-eaten, live juice of liver. As the heads passed by the camera, the tags in the noses were visible — Lansky, Patriarcha, Marcello, Lanza, Alioto, Genovese, Kennedy, Cervantes, Onassis. It was a practice session for these people. All the attorneys I went to were there — from the first two, Nixon and Mitchell, through Billy Lewis, Davis, Mack, Stout, Wright, Garry, Weinglass, Boudin. All the press — Carlson, Cowles, Hearst, Sulzberger, Loeb, Nolan, Brugmann. TV — Derrough, Stanton, ITT Ireland, Goldenson. Miscellaneous — Nader, Hoover, Wilson, Johnson, Truman, McCone, Helms. Buckets of Board of Director heads. Bringing up the rear were the trains of opium mules

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no longer needed in the defoliated opium fields — hauling tons of loot, formerly attached to the criminal heads — criminal only — which passed. Onassis’ yacht was there. And I thought back to unwanted babies. You know — a distraught mother bundles her baby up and leaves her, him, or it on a doorstep, with a note — “Please find a home for my baby. It is good, clean, real, true, and untainted. Nobody wants it. If you don’t, please forward it on to someone who might.”
Long ago, Ellsberg sack-of-babies were left on doorsteps. Many doorsteps. They did find homes. A year and a half ago, when Javit’s aide prodded me at Bill’s (back in here somewhere) I told him about a U.N. resolution which would be introduced by Chile. this was because of a communication I had received from Chile — a stranger — who notified me that my baby had found a home in every country down the Andes spine. He spoke bitterly of ITT, Bank of America, Anaconda, and a few more and mentioned a letter from Hoover to Brady — in Brazil — congratulating Brady on the FBI-CIA-Montini-Medici terror takeover in Brazil. He spoke bitterly of Montini-Onassis-Peron in Argentina. Columbia. And it ended with a funny phrase: “Fok Kannady.”
One set went over with IRA cash from S.F. to Ireland. Later an IRA man climbed into a Belfast protégé bedroom window and threw the sack to Ma and Pa in bed and said, “Read,” over the sight of his Bren. They read. And then, the gun was set aside and all three went to the stove and threw in their crosses. That night, Montini lost one patron — and the Archbishop of Canterbury lost two. The two men now guide eachother around mines — shoot across eachother all day long — and at night work together cranking out copies. Peace has come to two Irish families. “Fok Kannady.”
Africa and India were heard from. More. And a pattern developed. The route of the baby distribution was up the asshole of the 600 million soldiers of the Vatican Church — in its Medusa hold around the world. Tisserant’s papers jammed down the Papal throat, these babies up his ass. Like ice tongs — clanking together at the belly button — to lift God to his throne.
Most now know of the Thai-Laotian heroin, missile silos, air bases — profiting the entire Maf — Montini, Dickie, Pentagon, Multinationals — millions per death.
Let’s look at Body Count MacNamara — formerly accounting those millions per death for the Mafia — now promoted to counting the millions per death via the World Bank. Paraguay. Destitute. But a $100 million loan to the Montini Dictator. Super freeway — running for many miles through the jungle — from a swamp to a cliff. Prompt payments back to World Bank — beautiful on the books. Paraguayan peasants’ taxes are doubled. They now work 14 hours a day to pay their taxes. Cost of the highway to McCone, Bechtel, BRT-MK? — $5 million. Balance? $25 million to Montini-Onassis (Switzerland), $25 million

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to Dickie, McCone and the boys (Bahamas), $25 million to Lansky and the boys (Singapore) — to handle the Thai heroin into Alioto’s S.F. and on through the “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel — to keep the loot rolling. Use of freeway? During the day, sunbathing by peasants and jungle animals. During the evening, U.S. Ambassador and Paraguayan Cabinet loading Onassis’ planes with cocaine and heroin for Marcello and Boggs in New Orleans — and those planes use that jungle runway all night long. A good investment for Body Count MacNamara and the World Bank. Taxes on any of that loot in the U.S. of Mafia? None. You make up any shortages during the daytime. At night you get mugged and murdered by the hopheads who need loot to purchase the shit. Your loot.
Around the world a pattern is emerging. At the top — of the non-Mafia countries — decorum is stringent. Russia — invited to Egypt because Dulles wouldn’t build the Aswan Dam — built the thing, invested heavily, then departed. Just the opposite of the U.S. of Mafia in heroin Vietnam. Russia and China shoot dope pushers — two in the back of the head. The U.S. of Mafia elects them president and sends the Pentagon around the world to install similar dictators — anywhere — Taiwan, Saigon, Athens, Brazil, Argentina.
Chile — despite U.S. attempts to rig elections there — and economic starvation, in retribution for failure — quietly waits. China waits — unprovoked by U.S. border-mining, bombing, missile silos. India growls and waits. Mexico’s Echeverria warns Dickie — “You made a huge mistake backing Montini’s terror Medici’s in Brazil and shafting Allende in Chile.”
At the bottom — asshole end — the movement is quiet — like practice runs in Cambodia for criminal heads — and liver. And Japanese travel groups. And South American groups. African.
Said McGovern — re. the Kennedy-Eagleton squabble: “I don’t know how much more strain our system can stand.”
It’s simple. The answer is Chappaquiddick. The world wants that. The law: “Anyone who dead-fucks on Mary Jo’s grave — and all that is buried there — will hang.”
Part of the fallout from Option 3. And what others are doing. And, in no way related to what one man has arranged. Option 4 is under way. Join me at a birthday party at Cypress Lawn — where I shall present mobile strings to my father — on August 3, 1972 — halfway between the dead-fucking of Mary Jo at Miami — and the upcoming gala — a gang bang on Christ. The Mafia can not murder the dead. But the dead can murder them. This is known as equal justice for all.

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August 2, 1972
On July 31, 1972 — twelve days after Rudenstein took a copy of these papers to Ellsberg — I called Rudenstein. I left my name. “Not in,” said the girl. No call back. Aug. 2, 1972, I called again. “Out. Will be back before 5:30. I was there at the Peace office at 5:30. “He may be back before 7:30.” So I talked to girls in the office. “What happened in L.A.? News was blacked out. Did Ellsberg speak?” Answer: “No. He canceled. Something sudden came up about his defense.” Me: “Did you endorse McGovern?” Answer: “No, we decided to concentrate on anti-war measures. We are preparing to get our papers out in the event of some catastrophe occurring before the 1972 election. I was with Rudenstein all afternoon talking about that.” Me: “What catastrophe is it that you refer to?” Answer: “Oh, something like the bombing of the dikes in Vietnam. We are working for the acceptance of Hanoi’s 7 points. We meet tonight to discuss future plans at the Unitarian Church.” Me: “Are you connected with Jane Fonda’s Indochina Peace group?” Answer: “Not directly. But we communicate on important issues.” (All have read this — all know me.)
A belligerent comes in and lectures one of the girls — as I sit there listening. “Big Brother is watching you. You are in trouble. Hanoi is a corporation, just as we are. We are clean. You are dirty.” Rudenstein pulls up — parks on the sidewalk (Market Street — downtown — tore up — Bart — nobody can do this). Cops drive by. Ignore (which is odd, since on the Monday Ellsberg screamed about the Gordon “Chappaquiddick” wire tap, cops spread-eagled me on Montgomery Street for walking on the sidewalk, then delivered a Mafia rattle). Rudenstein nods to me, gets paper sack from the desk and brings it over to me in a corner — and makes 25 mistakes in the next 5 minutes. Programmed like a robot. “I took them to L.A., but Ellsberg canceled his speech at U.C.L.A. and I didn’t get to see

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him or his attorneys. Me: “Ellsberg’s out of jail — four days after I gave these to you, and told you he would be.” He: “Well, we have worked out Ellsberg’s defense very thoroughly. It’s in the bag.” Me: “He was released because of a taped phone call — one special one — that even Justice had to produce and Judge Byrne both acknowledged and buried.” He, grinning: “I don’t know anything about that. I couldn’t get the papers to him.” Me: “It didn’t matter — a series of sacks were there for Ellsberg and others. Other calls were taped. Only that one — contents, of course, ‘Chappaquiddick’ — was forced out to Ellsberg to get him out of jail.” Now Rudenstein wasn’t grinning. So I continued: “Did you read it?” He: “Yes.” Me: “Anybody else?” He: “Everybody in the office here.” Me: “Who? What are their names?” He: “I don’t know.” Me: “What did they think?” He: “I guess, that is one man’s opinion. You undoubtedly have better sources than we do.” Me: “Other than the insulated sack with you to and from L.A. — how many minutes, or hours, were your fingers in contact with the physical sheets in the sack?” He, surprised: “I don’t know.” Rudenstein was now solemn. He didn’t speak again — or nod — either way — when I asked a question. Me: “Since that is how it is, then, there are things that you should know. I got him out of jail — permanently — in four days — just as I said I would do — didn’t I?” No response. “I can put him right back in jail. Mafia Justice has asked the Supreme Court to vacate that stay. While all this has been going on those nine old Mafia men are reading the other papers that have been delivered to them — a la these. They can jail him on another charge — much more serious — and true — not rigged — as this one is — and they will hang him.

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And everyone else involved. Regardless of the death penalty ban. ‘Supervening Statutes,’ I have been told. Like a yo-yo, I could get him out of that, or let him hang. They will hang him. Not me. They are frightened Mafia. My hand won’t be on any rope. It is serious. Things had better be just right. A lot depends upon what happens tonight. All right, I got him out — in four days — just as I said I would. I also offered to end the war — in four days — and you come back, two weeks later, with a stretched out program of anti-war marches. You ignore the cause of war, the cause of crime — Mary Jo’s grave and all that lies buried there. Do you want to end the war in four days?” No response at all. So, “There is an indictment out for Jane Fonda — treason. They will hang her , along with Ellsberg, for that rigged crime — or, as in Ellsberg’s case, for the far more serious international crime. Her attorneys should read these papers — naturally in an attempt to secure legal representation for me, since I have been unsuccessful in obtaining any American Legal Mafia Representation.” Apparently he ‘didn’t understand,’ and was ‘too busy,’ because he just stood and stared. So I went out to the bus stop, and while waiting, read the list of sponsors of this Northern California Peace Action Coalition. Garry, McTernan, Hallinan, remember them? Shirley Chisholm, Bobby Seale, Ronald Dellums. Moscone, Jaicks, Draper. Sisters, Reverends, and the Chronicle. And I looked back and his car still blocked the sidewalk while buses and cop cars jostled for the one lane left in torn up Market Street, passing that privileged car.
Lets bring Ellsberg up to August 5, 1969 — when I laid it out to Dickie — and a host — the entire Chappaquiddick murder — and Teddy McGovern made a deal with Kimelman and the Mafia to replace Kennedy — and Johnson met with Dickie — “We hang together or we hang separately.”
Ellsberg: After Apalachin — top security — map Pacific for nuclear war. With Kennedy — map the world for Fatima #3. Up in security — top clearance. Worked with Bobby Kennedy, Teddy Kennedy, JFK (was with Mary Jo and Bobby until Bobby’s murder), with Kissinger. Knew of Dallas — all top security did — has Project Star from Rand in his pocket. Over in Vietnam plotting out murder. Bloodthirsty — volunteer in the brush with a machine gun, blasting Gooks. Assigned by friend Body Count MacNamara to draw up a hedge description of the Vietnam war — carefully omitting the ‘Holy Crusade’ Fatima #3 bit of Kennedy — the Kennedy-Diem murders — the key to everything rotten, Dallas, the Heroin, Onassis, Joseph P., Roosevelt, World War II (he carefully does not go back that far), Cardinal Spellman, Cardinal Thuc, JFK — lays in all on Johnson. Body Count MacNamara drops out — goes on to Mafia heaven, World Bank. In the Pentagon Papers case — nobody was jailed for anything. And by the very nature of its smuggled release — this bumbled version of how the war was just an accidental mess, has been generally accepted. And that was the purpose of its release — composed by two very sharp ones — Body Count MacNamara (at the top) and Ellsberg (at the top — security). Both devoted to Kennedys.

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whole. The Alioto hit-run cover-up pointed immediately to Dallas — and all the rest. It was covered well by Nixon and Mitchell — until Alioto started it again at Chappaquiddick. Around the 3rd of August (I checked — it was at the time of my father’s birthday — his last peaceful one), 1969 — the first who read the solution was Mack, Nixon’s hatchet man, and his face drained white when I spoke of Mafia ownership. Very odd — he’s a tough Mafia. And back in Washington, everybody went to work on the cover.
The shit had hit the fan. Concessions were in order. Aug. 5, 1969, Johnson threatened Dickie with “Hughes.” Dickie made a 180 degree turn — crawled to Russia and Peking — yet redoubled murder of Vietnam to appease Thieu. Had Thieu elected again — and follows Thieu’s orders today. Vietnam is the Onassis-Montini-JFK key to Dallas. Aug. 5, 1969 — MacNamara was called in. “You got us out of the Bay of Pigs disaster — see what you can do with this one.” He called in Ellsberg, the one commissioned to compose the hedge, the partial blot-out, in which no-one would get hurt badly. “The New York Times will cooperate” (such as the Llelyveld cover-up). “Steal it and release it — for Kennedy’s sake — all of them — and in the National Interest. Cover up the keys. Project Star, Dallas, Mary Jo, Fatima #3. We will make a hero of you — eventually. Our entire Mafia history is at stake.” Ellsberg’s story of stealing the Rand files start from there. Aug. 5, 1969 — Kimelman and the Mafia offer the substitute Teddy to the world. Teddy McGovern mouths off: “End the war,” “End tax loopholes.” Aug. 5, 1969 — Vultures in Vegas are the first to know. Looting of Onassis starts in grand scale (the Wall Street Journal — July 31 and Aug. 1, 1972 — enumerates some of this). Omitted, of course, are the probes by Clifford Irving, based on “Hughes” nursemaid Merryman’s squealing (which murdered him) and then the hasty flight of the Onassis Proxy Hughes from Vegas to the Bahamas, then Nicaragua (this time, frightened by two Spokane phone calls to my Masonic missing brother — relative to my father’s murder), then Vancouver — skirting the borders. It took Onassis a year to just arrange — after Chappaquiddick — to get his Proxy Hughes out of the U.S. of Mafia.
Ellsberg — top credibility — from top security — wealthy (married to Xerox — or something, like that). Like Nader — a hero. Christ like. Except for one thing: grave fucking on Mary Jo, Christ, and everyone named herein. Cold faced Rudenstein — and the broads there. (Multiple copies were run off, before returning — for their own blackmail purposes — and already Rudenstein parks on sidewalks)Lids all over — The American Civil Liberties Union for instance. Sound free and democratic? 1) Defended Sinatra and Patriarcha against Senate Mafia hearings, 2) Defends Swiss Banks, and American Crime Banks against Criminal Loot exposure, 3) Defends secrecy of Mafia Campaign contributors, 4) Against the death penalty for any crime — treason, mass murder, genocide — any Mafia crime.

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If Ellsberg doesn’t have top Mafia legal concurrence — why is it that he has top legal representation, plus monetary support — and I have none? He dead-fucks Mary Jo. If Nader doesn’t have top Mafia legal concurrence — same question for him. I have the means to exterminate the Mafia who dead-fuck on Mary Jo’s grave — including, of course, Nader and Ellsberg.
Aug. 5, 1969 — All the Cardinals and Billy Grahams out on the hustings holding hands with the Mafia candidates — Cardinal Cushing with Teddy, the Pope with Alioto, McGucken-Archbishop with Alioto, Hurley-Bishop with Alioto, Cardinal Cooke, the next Pope, with Teddy, Montini with Jackie and Rosie. Billy Graham with Dickie. Cardinal Cooke with Dickie.
Key date to match August 5, 1969 was Dallas, November 22, 1963 — and double Diem-Kennedy murder day, November 1, 1963. “Hampton and Clark murders” — a phrase that set Garry off like a bomb — “What do you know? What? What?” — and then — after a CIA visit — “I don’t want to know.” Rewriting of time of JFK’s call to Jackie and the Onassis yacht trip by Hearst and seven others. Gayler, “Javits” aide, “Pentagon” prick, “V.P.” reporter — at least a dozen other cockroaches that jump out of the woodwork at me probe immediately about the number of shots in Dallas. Ellsberg knows this — of course — he with Rand’s Project Star in his pocket. The Thieu block of the Diem murder facts and Kennedy’s Spellman “Holy Crusade.”
All of government rests on the lid of Chappaquiddick. And Vatican — an entire necrophiliac half of the world. Because it opens everything at Dallas to exposure — that 1960 Montini-Onassis Vietnam ‘Holy Crusade’ — 1957 (Apalachin and Hughes). Fatima #2, [Unreadable ] World War II and Vietnam. And Fatima #1 — World War II, courtesy Joseph P. Kennedy, Onassis, Roosevelt and the Deputy of Christ — Pope — at Auschwitz. And on back through Booze-Heroin 1932, by the trio. And all the way back to the original cover-up of the murder of Christ.
So, Aug. 5, 1969 set off those concessions by Dickie on one side and Teddy on the other — to give up a little tit, while saving the whole. Everything involving something somewhere else — not a grave in Pennsylvania. Even academy award winning actresses are in the act — ‘Jesus Christ’ MacLaine, ‘Joan-of-Arc’ Jane Fonda. there are other concessions I the rings — but the fact is that 1972 is a re-run of 1968 — with no changes — none — millions more murdered — 100 billion more in debt — “Hughes” Dickie and Onassis Agnew [Unreadable ], Teddy Kennedy McGovern and Vatican Muskie (selected under the primary American Mafia law that he be of Montini’s Roman Mafia Church that murdered Christ — and ate his liver — as Teddy ate Mary Jo’s). Muskie hasn’t been selected yet — but he’s the cleanest they have (been on my back since last time out — Sept. 16, 1968), even though he

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cries and cries when Hoffa-Dickie-Loeb points a finger at him. He’s goosey. God help us all (and I mean the real God — not substitute Montini, like substitute Teddy McGovern) if Holy Muskie is crossing himself in front of the missile button panel and somebody says “Loeb,” and gooses him. He’d chop every button on the panel.
You see, we can’t find a V.P. for Teddy 2. Teddy 1 won’t be a V.P. for Teddy 2. Says Teddy 1, “The door is just as closed and locked as it was at the convention.” And this is why Teddy 2 picked Eagleton in the first place, because Teddy 1 couldn’t run for V.P. or President because of Chappaquiddick. Eagleton called Alioto and got Alioto’s okay to possibly take his place as V.P. and then he resigned. Teddy 2 now has a hell of a time picking another one and the public shuffles uneasily — “Crumbling of Demo Party.” “Mafia Conventions are only a custom — a Mafia custom — taking over all law.” And Senator Scott, “All Conventions are purchased — everybody knows it — and accepts it.” “Hell of a way to pick a V.P. — in a back room.” Teddy McGovern doesn’t know whether to shit or cry or both. He is about to be targeted by half a dozen different Mafia sources — “ass shot off” — as Teddy says — and hanging for dead-fucking awaits, and he can’t quit, can’t quit, can’t quit… Possibly Teddy McGovern would welcome — as a relief — a nice warm atomic flash. That is one way to solve all dilemmas.
(For you see — Teddy McGovern — and Teddy Kennedy — and Teddy Alioto — and Teddy Eagleton — were handed these papers at the same time Ellsberg got his. By that Peace Action Group — you see, they love, besides Ellsberg, Teddy McGovern, Teddy Kennedy, and Teddy Alioto — who furnishes them space and police protection. The Peace coalition loves the two who first proposed Mafia Eagleton — Alioto’s Willie Brown, who loves Teddy1 and Teddy 2, and John Burton of Mafia pinballs, who loves Teddy 1 and Teddy 2 — and hang around.)
And the moral fiber crumbles. Jack Anderson, who knows it all — had a Mafia meet with Eagleton — in Washington — in private — and Eagleton laid on a Mafia rattle — and Anderson came out — “I retract, I retract, I retract…” facing Pennsylvania.
Said Eagleton to Teddy’s Vatican Byrne — Boston D.A. — “Say a novena for me — a rosary isn’t enough.” And then he called Alioto about the purchase of Anderson and a V.P. opening in Washington. (Alioto’s Mafia fee-split partner is now running for Supreme Court of Washington State — his other one for governor of the state.)
Over the four day weekend in L.A. that freed Ellsberg from jail — CIA Helms was conferring with Onassis-Hughes-Merryman (Marie Elena’s husband) at the Bohemian Grove — 50 miles north of San Francisco — while ‘mistake’ missiles stuttered over which city to waste — or both. Ellsberg bowed. Peace Coalition bowed. Back East Anderson bowed. Just as Garry bowed on July 11, 1972, at 3:26 p.m., and Nader bowed on Oct. 8, 1971, at 1:32 p.m. ‘Mistake’ missiles stutter all over the place. “Waste ‘em.”

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(Rosie demanded last year that Teddy be president for birthday and Teddy said, “Sure, Ma.” Today, once more, Willie Brown: “We want Kennedy for V.P.” Gene Wyman: “We want Kennedy.” The nation: “We want Kennedy.” Consensus of all, McGovern on down: “Only Kennedy on the ticket will give the Democrats a chance of beating Nixon — and preserve the Democratic Party.”)
Harris now roasts — around the world — the freaky CIA-OSS assassins group. William Bundy and Arthur Goldberg are mentioned. That follows. CIA burglars of the Mafia Demo Party Office are now linked by Mafia cash big loot to Mitchell and Stans — who can’t be reached for comment since they have both crawled up their wives asses. Mafia Montini was praised for his Allied spy activity in Tokyo during World War II. (In Tisserant’s stuff it was because of Monsignor Montini’s double spy dealing with the Russians — in Europe — after the war — that made Pope Whoever-it-was so mad he banned Montini to a northern post and labeled him a rotten Mafia son-of-a-bitch whom he would see would never become a Bishop. Untrue — as with our U.S. of Mafia, only the rottenest of the rotten get to the top in the Mafia Election Process — so it was in Rome. The rottenest of the rotten made it. Presenting: Mafia Montini — Ruler of the World — Pope — GOD. And Dead-Fucker of Mary Jo.)
Today — re. the U.S. of Mafia televised burning of 26 tons of opium in Thailand — and the report that the opium was not opium, but hay — the CIA responded: “It was too opium! We purchased it at top price from the Taiwan Chinese in the Golden Triangle in order to present this public burning to the American peeepul. Top grade opium, we always by from Onassis. We wouldn’t cheat you. It was opium.”
Today — Thieu: “I order Nixon to destroy all of North Vietnam — and do it in the next six months — during his election — or I’ll blow the whistle on the whole Kennedy Fatima #3 bit, and Onassis and Hughes.”
(Stop! Right here. Ain’t this a pistol? Maf Demos, Maf Republicans, Maf Commies, Maf Multinationals, Legal Maf, Press Maf, Onassis Maf, Kennedy Maf, Mafia Maf — and all the assorted shit branches — milling around this necrophiliac nation — with “mistake” missiles and blackmail and whatever aimed in every which direction like a bunch of cross-eyed pistolleros at the Okay Corral, primed for a festering, gut busting shoot-out.)
Take tonight, for instance. Nine old Mafia — the Supreme Court — shaking over Ellsberg. What to do? It’s their neck or his. They’ll choose his, of course. But then, will he hang them? Or do they delete him — as Ruby did Oswald? Anyway, murder is being planned.
Ellsberg — machine gunner from Vietnam — architect of Fatima #3 nuclear plans, Pacific area, and world — top security — knowledge of Apalachin, JFK, 1960, Spellman-Montini-Joseph P. Kennedy-Onassis “Holy Crusade” in Vietnam (as was Joseph P. Kennedy-Onassis-FDR’s World War II) — of Dallas, Bobby, Martin Luther King — was commissioned by MacNamara to draw up the hedge cover-up — the Pentagon Papers — Ellsberg did not change his spots.

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Ellsberg was scared shitless. MacNamara had departed quickly for Mafia heaven — the World Bank. Kissinger was scooting for Dickie. Ellsberg alone was left with the horrible cover-up papers — a crime much greater than treason — a crime against Christ, humanity and history (and now, he hints at these things). The fall guy. Chappaquiddick.
Me — August 3rd, 1969 — my father’s birthday — relaying it all to Nixon and on down. MacNamara called by Teddy — “Get me out of this — as you did JFK out of the Bay Of Pigs.” MacNamara called Ellsberg and told him this might be the time (to release the hedge) — since the shit had hit the fan. And Ellsberg didn’t need to be told. He knew he had been picked for the Patsy — just as Oswald was at Dallas. Oswald was there to nail Connally (both of his bullets went into Connally). He was as shocked as the rest of the world when Maheu’s CIA triple crossfire crumpled Kennedy (Jim missed when Roselli’s shot got to Kennedy first. Oswald didn’t know what to do. He was guilty — and in it up to the ears — but not for JFK. He was not to be allowed to figure out what to do. Ruby was allowed to murder Oswald). So it was with Ellsberg. Trapped — as a patsy — he did what all the rest of them do — stole the blackmail papers — as many as he could. (The N.Y.T. will print nothing of Dallas, Bobby, Chappaquiddick — this they cover up a la Llelyveld. Why, then, would they print the Pentagon Papers? Because MacNamara and Kennedy wanted it — give a little tit to protect the whole.) After all, Dickie was in office — blame would reflect on Dickie and Johnson — not the real thing — Kennedys-Onassis-Montini. And Ellsberg went to the people — hinting at Project Star — but never mentioning the keys — such as Chappaquiddick. Release a bit. Admit something. A fix, for instance — anything to “cover the deeper fix.” (Joseph Kraft)
So, because of a rigged “Chappaquiddick” taped phone call in L.A., and rigged exposure of that call — Ellsberg is out of jail — forever — on that charge. But those nine old Mafia men — and this has been explained to them — can recharge Ellsberg with any portion of the deeper crime — a true charge — and hang him. Or, they can perform a Ruby on him — as was done to Oswald.
Oh well. Bremer? — all over — one hour for jury selection, witnesses that day. Justice prosecution, one day. Defense, one day. Say — they are in a secret hurry, aren’t they? “Fuck Congress” Sinatra? — all over — tomorrow he gives a party in Palm Springs for Agnew, Reagan, John Wayne, et al. Connally? Like MacNamara, secreted in Mafia heaven as Treasurer of the U.S., he now moves into a hidden hub with Tokyo-Russia super spy Montini, the Foreign Intelligence Board from which he can coordinate with Mafia Montini any leaks from the Tisserant Papers, Onassis’ Diary — or any of the murder and assassination shit dribblers. This has been a normal day —

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and so was yesterday. My father’s birthday. Aug. 3, 1972. I took a plastic rose to the murdered man.
My birthday present to him on Aug. 3, 1969 was the exposure of Chappaquiddick. He had always said, and was still saying it the night before the murder was complete — while Dickie was in Peking, “I want to question Teddy and Alioto on a witness stand.” He will. He’s murdered now, but I handed him the mobile strings.
Teddy promised Mafia Mama Rosie the Presidency for her birthday. I will make that one come true too. Whatever Teddy proxy is the front. Be it Teddy McGovern — Pres., Vatican Muskie — V.P., Alioto — Attorney General, whatever.
There wasn’t a live one in Fern Grove at Cypress Lawn. No-one except me. And a hummingbird. Clumps of flowers around, called “bleeding hearts” — a perennial, I guess, with red flowers that hang upside down. The little bird buzzed around the flowers, and me, and stuck his snozzle in the flowers for lunch — sort of deriving sustenance — and life — from a bleeding heart — without harm — as cancer derives its life from eating liver — Mary Jo, Christ, and the one over there — 3rd section high, 3rd row, 5th from the top — LaVerne Dale Roberts.
This bird wouldn’t stand on a flower branch. He ate gently — suspended. (Biologists tell me the flower and the bird are friends — they give to one another — life — and propagation of the species. They do not murder and eat liver. This one would not foul his own nest. He would not wipe his dirty feet on his food as Teddy did on the floorboard air — in the Pond — putrid air, that was still there 2 hours and 13 minutes later when Mary Jo’s busted snozzle swelled shut, while Teddy called Onassis, and MacNamara, and Ellsberg. He would not shit on his own food, his own friends. He went over on a rock to do that. And then he’d look sideways, at me, and chirp, “See, you stupid son-of-a-bitch. It doesn’t have to be rotten. It doesn’t have to be cancer. Kill it — as doctors do.”) And so it was — since he was the only living thing there to talk to — that, while he enjoyed his lunch. I discussed with him matters like mobiles and option 4. And he chirped and buzzed me and departed and so did I.
“Urgent. Kill cancer. Any way. Why infect the universe?” say all doctors, with 100% human approval.
Our gallant astronauts — cream of the American Apple Pie Chappaquiddick crop — carried infectious cancer into space. During the first landing on the moon — Chappaquiddick week. Quoth Armstrong: “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” (In the name of God Montini, President Dickie, the Heroin Flag, Mary Jo Motherhood, and Rat poison Apple Pie). While he spoke, from the moon — during this week, his employers — MacNamara, Montini, Ellsberg, Teddy, Alioto, Onassis, Dickie, plus Joan of Arc Jane Fonda and American Chappaquiddick Apple Pie millions, and Papal Knights and Princesses, Sweig and Mama Rosie — massively dead-fucked Mary Jo on morgue slabs from Edgartown to Pennsylvania — and “Look” and the Mafia Press were banking bribes

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for Armstrong. Schirra was bribed by Onassis-Dickie’s Penn Central Railroad and Onassis-Paley’s CBS — and Mafia Penn Central got a loan and Mafia CBS a gift. Later crews carried mail to the moon — postmarked them there — and returned them for the Mafia to sell — and $1,000 a copy. They were so busy postmarking that the landing was almost scratched. All of the astronauts on the moon say, “We felt the presence of God.” And God, his Jewish-Italian self, Mafia Montini, was back on earth dead-fucking on the grave of Mary Jo. Upon return, they rushed to Rome, and bowed in deference — “Anoint us, oh God, in the proper Pennsylvania two handed stroke. We have seen the coming of… coming of… coming of…” Heroes all.
At splash down — Mafia Dickie picked up 10 million necro votes — as he two-handed from the deck of a Pacific ship — rocking and rolling — and he never missed a stroke or dead-fucked aim on Mary Jo’s putrid grave — on world wide TV — courtesy of Howard Hughes.
“Infecting the universe.” You don’t understand? You’re too busy? You gotta go home?
Let’s make it simple. If this is not true, why are they, from space, and you — all of you — dead fucking on Mary Jo’s grave — gang banging on the cross of liver-eaten Christ?
Gang dead-fucking cancer reached outer space at Chappaquiddick — and that’s why the maneuvers that began around Aug. 3, 1969 are actually minor (MacNamara-Ellsberg, Johnson-Dickie, Onassis-Montini-Teddy, Onassis-Dickie-”Hughes”) — including the U.S. of Mafia destruction of the United Nations, and Fatima #3 (In McKeithen’s Mafia Louisiana, at Mafia Marcello’s Senator Ellender’s funeral, Archbishop Hannon — Marcello’s sponsor — eulogized: “Senator Marcello Ellender was the most courageous of all men — next to Onassis’ Patriarcha Teddy Kennedy — and the statue of Fatima weeps more tears. The faithful must follow the message of Fatima.” And the faithful Mafia Fatima #3 leaders were there — on one side of the aisle, Onassis “Hughes” Dickie and Agnew — on the other side, Onassis’ Teddy Kennedy with Onassis’ Teddy McGovern. Directing all was Mafia Montini, squeezing tears out of the statue. Marcello played the organ. Lansky passed the collection plate — with reservations at his and Sinatra’s Fontainbleu for the Aug. 21, 1972 Mafia Republican gang bang on Christ. The guy who replaced Guv McKeithen anointed his wife to replace Senator Marcello Ellender in the Mafia U.S. Senate — a clubby, murdering group of Fatima #3 Capos — led by the murderer from the Pond — Teddy — and so much for the Mafia Election Process in Louisiana. Fuck somebody and you’re President. Dead-fuck Everybody and you’re God. With an “amended” Constitution to certify all positions — Senator, President, and Pope-God). The United Nations? From Aug. 3, 1969?

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Well, prior to Chappaquiddick — a totally purchased Mafia non-entity. World Court of Mafia Judges that sat for 25 years — just sat — nothing else — sat — at a $50 thou a year per capita. World body that jumped to the U.S. of Mafia Multi-Nationals — which sponsored Mafia dictatorships everywhere — in conjunction with Montini — Greece, Vietnam, Brazil, Taiwan — and manipulated national elections everywhere — a joint CIA-Vatican project — Chile, No. Ireland, Guatemala, Dominican Republic, Columbia, Paraguay, Panama (in both Panama and Paraguay — the dictators and their sons were exposed — in Congress — for running heroin and cocaine — see the Heroin Papers). Congress squelched it and the State Department approved of continued heroin — cocaine trade with the U.S. of Mafia addict population — while the CIA and Lodge’s Vatican pursue the overthrow of seven Latin-American Republics, via their own elections — as in Chile — and they do this publicly — with Dickie’s approval, and Montini’s.
Since Chappaquiddick — many events, featuring the expulsion of Heroin Chiang and the admission of China, the glee of victimized nations, the Buckley-Goldwater Mafia Senate shut off the funds to the U.N. — “Destroy the U.N.” Meany and Rooney — cut off of U.N. international labor funds — “Destroy the U.N. international labor organization.” But the entire Maf — “Keep the World Court. They just sit. We own them. They won’t set up international law that hangs us for crimes against humanity and Christ.” In the U.S. of Mafia, the Supreme Court quickly knocks out the death penalty for treason, murder and genocide, crimes against mankind and Christ — primarily because it concerns them, and tonight a major struggle continues over Ellsberg — patsy, like Oswald — who stands alone as the one who drew up the plans for a Pacific Blow Off — after Apalachin — and then for the entire world — Fatima #3 — for Kennedy and Onassis and Montini — and then drew up the escape hatch explanation for Vietnam — for MacNamara — the Pentagon Papers — and then — after Chappaquiddick — in total Oswald Patsy fear — released the cover-up version to confuse an entire world — about everything: assassination, Apalachin, Fatima #3, World War II, 1932, and the cover-up of the murder of Christ. Joan of Arc Jane Fonda now joins Ellsberg in a treason indictment — and Rudenstein and the street vermin join them in drooling dead fuck on Mary Jo and Christ. Secretary General Waldheim fumes over all of this, and spits somewhat — “Yes, the U.S. of Mafia is committing crimes against mankind and Christ in Vietnam.” Jane Fonda’s attorney — Mark Lane, who is allowed to spout — in left field — about Dallas — has disappeared. So have the other left-fielders, who are also allowed to spout —

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Fensterwald, Garrison, Winter-Berger, Nye, Fellwock, Nader, Gardner, Garry, Turner, Harris, Tisserant’s priests, “Politics of Heroin” McCoy, hundreds more. It’s all right — as long as it’s out in left field. They can have some exposure. It only confuses.
But not if it’s someone totally on target. Me — I get a clamp on my own family. Just as Mary Jo did on hers — grave fucking Ma and Pa Kopechne — on their own busted-nose daughter, with God-Mafia Montini. On transportation. Who sits next to me in bars. Money. Presidents run. I fuck their Mafia wives — and tell them so — and they crawl right up the other sleazy hole. Mitchell is up Martha’s ass. Kennedy refused the Presidency — and crawled up Joanie. Onassis has crawled up Rosie. Jackie has crawled up Montini, while he struggles to crawl up her. 69. Connally into Nellie. Eagleton into Ma. Teddy George carefully probing V.P. assholes — Catch 22. Hoover gets a taste of Pennsylvania grave dust — in apple pie. Today Japan shit on Heroin Chiang. Tonight Ellsberg and nine old Mafia men on the Supreme Court have a daisy chain going.
And the greater the clamp on me, the greater the exposure — like squeezing a tube of DDT — cancer killing crap flooding the world — a part of Option 3. Go out to Fern Grove at Cypress Lawn — and ask the hummingbird what Option 4 is. He — correction, she — knows. So do the murdered ones there — holding mobile strings.
Dickie and Patty search for the asshole of Christ, who left the cross at Chappaquiddick. They will try a gang bang on his sliver, festering cross on August 21, 1972, in Onassis-”Hughes” Mafia Miami, behind the moats of Lansky-Patriarcha-Sinatra-Fontainbleu, where Fatima weeps a message to the faithful — “Fatima #3” — as Montini and Sister Lucey, from Mafia Marcello’s parish in New Orleans, who first saw the vision in 1917 — in Portugal — pump up the tears.
Those nine daisy chain Mafia Supreme Court Justices — selected by Mafia Presidents Roosevelt and Truman, through Kennedy, Johnson and Dickie — were selected from Mafia Judges, who purchased their jobs, as ambassadors do — with Mafia loot. they were picked as judges from the ranks of Mafia attorneys whose qualifications are: Mafia membership, cancer love. They are then approved by the Mafia ABA who, finally, submit them to the Mafia Senate Judiciary Committee — that is, the group that squelched the ITT inquiry (composed of Kennedy Chappaquiddick, Eastland Subsidy Mafia, McClellan Banking Mafia, Hruska Drug Insurance Mafia, Fong Bribe Mafia, Scott Bribe Mafia, Bird Loot Mafia, Cook Fund Mafia, Gurney Front Mafia, Bayh Lobby Mafia, and five more Mafia men — See Congro-Mafia Papers) — and then out to the full Mafia Senate Club for rubber stamps. These are the nine who tonight are wrestling Ellsberg. Do you think he will hang?

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Hanging comes in many forms. Oswald got his in the belly button. Equal Justice — for all.
Today, Wallace — to the American Party Convention: “I will not allow you to draft me.” And Connally put his pistol back in his pocket. Today, Bremer — the jury was out two hours — and zap — into the deep freeze goes Bremer — 63 years. No answers will come from him. Like Sirhan, he isn’t aware of his own mind bending. Puzzled, sad old Pa Bremer: “If this is Justice, I can’t understand it — a sick boy.”
Three weeks overdue in selecting a V.P. — precious time — Teddy McGovern still has problems — no-one will take the suicidal spot — and, by now, they all know it’s suicidal — these papers are now around America — formerly only around the rest of the world — last week Russia politely left Egypt — this week they politely pulled out of Araby — next week India, politely. China politely backs away from border bombs and missiles. Chile politely accepts its economic squeeze. The only Medusa Monster left — committing genocide on the world — visible to all — out in the open — killing in desperation — frenzied for Fatima #3. The focus of horror viewing is now on the gang bang at Miami — and the Super Bowl dead-fuck orgy on Nov. 7, 1972 — in full filmed world view, including dangling mobile strings. Option 3 is over. Option 4 — the necessary overlap — is under way.
International law supersedes National law. There’s a new one out. Survival. It decrees that cancerous dead-fuckers hang. There’s an old one out — 2,000 years buried — it leaped off the cross at Chappaquiddick — the Eleventh Commandment — cancerous dead-fuckers hang. And there’s a man who talks to hummingbirds at his murdered father’s grave who doesn’t have to work around the clock at Brookhaven or Kiev. He knew a long time ago what to do. Question — for four years of torture, was: “For Whom?” That has been answered. He agrees.
Since the year 335, there have been twin Gods — the handmaidens. Today the Cancer God Twins are Godonassis and Godmontini. Body and Soul. Godmontini rules around the world through 600 million soldiers of the church — their immortal souls. Godonassis rules around the world through 600 million soldiers of cancer. This is the half (the cancer half — destined by Fatima #3 to blow off the other non-Mafia half) that dead-fucks on Mary Jo’s grave and gang bangs on the Cross of Christ. Forget Godmontini. He is the lesser God of the two. He wants to quit. Like Teddy. Godonassis can’t.
Godonassis eats liver and rips out unborn lamb for his ghoulish mate. In the U.S. of Mafia, he is represented by his family: the Kennedys, and his family: the Apalachin cancer, and his family: the “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel, and his family: the secret stock of Multi-Nationals, and his family: each city, state and federal branch of the government. Frightened from Vegas, he flits around the borders of the U.S. of Mafia — Bahamas, Nicaragua, Vancouver B.C. — keying on Vegas. Oddly — that is the key — his death sentence — the end to his dream of a second Alexander the Great ruling the world — his son, Alexander. Let’s zoom in on the shit pit called Las Vegas. Dickieville.

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The following is from a Wall Street Journal summary of recent “Hughes” Vegas activity. It becomes simple when regarded as Onassis’ “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel. The keys are that $300 million was “stolen” from “Hughes” (and wound up, tax-free, with Onassis — most going back for purchase of Presidents — pay-offs for assassinations). John Roselli — “finders fee” — for moving “Hughes” into the Desert Inn — pay-off for frontal shot at Dallas on JFK. (McCord and the CIA provided the timers, the getaway, and cover for the synchronized crossfire performed by Maheu and segments of the original Castro assassination group — plus some of Marcello’s own.) (Now — framed at the Friar’s Club and securely put away.) John Meier — started with Onassis “Hughes” after Apalachin — blackmailed in with Onassis — given free run — even to purchasing Dickie, Humphrey, and O’Brien — plus all of Congress — in 1968. Given a shot at New Mexico Senator’s slot — a la $100 thou suitcase Hoffa — Johnson Senator Montoya. Not related to Andre (John) Meier (Meyer, Maier) — all of these, he uses — who was “Hughes’ “ right-hand man and is now — publicly — Onassis’ right-hand man. Pay-offs to Maf all over the world. For instance, Lansky’s $25 million skim — and overpayments on the hotels to Kansas City, Detroit, New York, Chicago, New Orleans Maf. Donald Nixon — 1957 loan, Caribbean stock with Meier and other Onassis’ hoods, today in the housing business with Onassis, dining with the Greek Mafia colonels, and running the Marriott catering to Onassis’ Olympic Airlines (and the other airlines Onassis owns through that hidden stock that no-one — SEC, NYSE, any of them — will reveal). (Marriott ran Dickie’s 4th of July gala at the White House two years ago — Dickie didn’t have one this year — even the necrophiliac public burped at the thought.) The five nursemaids. Note that it is no longer six — Merryman was murdered in December, 1970 — and I met his wife — widow, that is, in late June, 1971, after Hughes’ watery Grecian burial — Louise, after Marie Elena tapped me on the shoulder in the Mark Lobby bar. 1170 Sacramento Street is where she now lives, and so does Eckersley, some of whose Mafia activity is described herein. Intertel (all ex-Justice, ex-FBI, now running Onassis’ Caribbean Mafia Empire) investigating? Ex-FBI, all working for Onassis’ “Hughes.” Current FBI, CIA, Treasury, all working for Onassis’ “Hughes.” Recovery of loot — for “Hughes” — poor, victimized dead Howard. “Hughes,” himself, is not questioned. Indictments will be issued — yes — for the small time thieves — but not for Maheu, suing for $50 million because he was evicted from his half-million a year guarantee — for life — for blowing of Mafia JFK’s head. (Quotes John Meier: “Hughes wouldn’t fire me in a hundred years.” Seems awfully confident, doesn’t he? Runs around with Dickie’s brother.” Greenspun is suing Onassis for $142 million. He knows and he is a typical Mafia newspaper owner. Oh well, you get the drift. Fit it in. It all fits. And a completely separate entity to the new Hughes Defense contracts: helicopters, guided bombs, and the new grant for a Hughes’ world wide communications satellite system (“Hughes” is building the satellites for Western Union — which Onassis owns — more of that secret stock), that can beam information, and propaganda, if you will, to any TV set in Russia, for instance. International Mafia Cancer — Onassis — supported by President Dickie and Mafia Montini — for a Mafia murder fee.
(Following are reprints from the July 31 — Aug. 1, 1972, Wall Street Journal — dealing with the “Hughes” Vegas maze of Mafia activity. In case I don’t get them in this set, go to some file and read them.)

[All Pages 314 through 319: Missing. 6 pages total. Could be the reprints mentioned above. ]

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Aug. 8, 1972
On Aug. 2, 1969 — two and a half weeks after Chappaquiddick — said Greenagel: “Yes, it’s the same Mickey Mouse as the Alioto hit-run on you. Yes, Mitchell is working on it. Yes, the whole town is tapped. Yes, Dick Carlson has volumes on it — starting from your papers. Yes, five reporters are on it. What have you got? Go ahead and sue. We don’t like your attorney, Wright.” On Aug. 3, 1969, on the way to see Mack with attached Chappaquiddick notes — $90 thou bribe offer — Bush-Grant coffee shop — by same Kennedy aide that appeared with dinner invitation at “Black Magic” after Humphrey’s S.F. duck, two weeks before the 1968 election. On Aug. 3, 1969 to Mack, with attached notes — discussion of Chappaquiddick — solution thereof, and “Hughes.” Cottage phone calls out. On Aug. 5, 1969 — headlines — “Kennedy will quit and tell all.” And that’s when the pressure went on. All of them had to keep Teddy from blowing the whistle — and all pitched in to help. (Just as today, Martha Mitchell — “I have a story to tell. I am a political prisoner. Help me.” — appealing to the rag tag people, whom, a year ago, she called “rabble.”) Aug. 5, 1969 — Johnson to Dickie: “We hang together or we hang separately — remember ‘Hughes’?” Aug. 5, 1969 — Kimelman and the Mafia select Teddy McGovern to replace Teddy Kennedy — in a Washington back room. Aug. 5, 1969 — MacNamara called to Hyannisport from the World Bank to get Teddy out of jam — as he did JFK (with the help of the New York Times and Jack Anderson) in the Bay of Pigs. MacNamara discussed tossing Ellsberg to the wolves — Ellsberg Caught — like Patsy Oswald — all alone, as the monster of Fatima #3 — architect of the world nuclear blow-off plans — author of the ‘hedge’ cover-up — the Pentagon Papers — of the Vietnam ‘Holy Crusade,’ ‘Heroin’ Fatima #3 gate. Ellsberg ran to the rag tag people — stole and released the papers — pointing the finger of blame at his bosses — before they released them and pointed at him. I was out at the zoo yesterday, and the leopards didn’t change their spots. Neither had Teddy — he was scared. Cushing held his hand. Papa Onassis held his hand. Ellsberg was scared. N.Y. Times was scared and went along. (Today, Martha is scared. John, hubby, is scared. Connally is scared. Pope Montini announces he will quit next month. Wallace quit. Eagleton quit.) Between Aug. 5, and Aug. 9, 1969, phone calls were buried by Loeb and Hoffa’s deal was started. The N.Y. Times ran the Llelyveld cover-up of the Chappaquiddick phone calls. Patty refused a 62-carat sapphire. Dickie dropped all charges against Johnson’s Austin land steal. Everybody refused rubies, and millions in cash gifts from my open and shut law suits. What frightened them all were the phone calls. On Aug. 9, 1969, “Lillo,” at the Maurice Hotel — in front of FBI Jerry and CIA Fred — started off with seven figures, went up to “How much do you want?” and wound up with the squint, rattle and belly split routine.
August, 1969, was almost as weird as Weird October, 1968 — when Onassis publicly assumed leadership of the Kennedy clan — thus assuring the control of the presidency — whether it be Teddy and his gang or his other capos, Dickie and Agnew. Rudenstein? Three ideals — Kennedy, McGovern, Ellsberg — all Mafia shit (Onassis-Montini-Chappaquiddick). This is why there was no answer — from Ellsberg — or Joan of Arc Fonda.

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Unger — Washington Post: “Any 8th-grader can read the Pentagon Papers and know they are not dangerous to National Security.” Right. MacNamara had them drawn up as a hedge cover-up of the war as a bumbling accident — if necessary, to release them — and this he debated on Aug. 5, 1969. So did Ellsberg — in total patsy fear. For, while he was drawing up the hedge cover-up, the Pentagon Papers, he was also the architect of the Fatima #3 world nuclear blow-off. And that was the “deeper fix” that must be covered up at all cost.
Ellsberg’s blackmail worked. Polled by phone — all nine Mafia Supreme Court Justices upheld Douglas’ stay — “wiretap issue must be solved first” — knowing Justice would not allow the contents of that phone call — “Chappaquiddick — Mary Jo’s grave — and all that lies buried there” — to be released, since that is the whole ball of wax — “the deeper fix.”
Today — news: “Nixon administration will accept a long postponement of Pentagon Papers trial — or perhaps even drop the case — rather than disclose the contents of a ‘foreign intelligence’ wiretap that led to a Supreme Court stay of all proceedings… Prosecutors will not seek to force Ellsberg to trial…by revealing which of their 16 attorneys and consultants was overheard in non court authorized electronic surveillance. Disclosure of wire tap contents was the last way prosecutors could have made the trial go forward… John W. Hushen, Justice information officer, said there was ‘no chance’ such a move would be made.”
(“Foreign intelligence wiretap” — not requiring court approval — was used on the U.C.L.A. Anti-war meeting from which Jerry Gordon — N.Y. attorney — President of the Peace Coalition — phoned Ellsberg on Friday — about these papers — Chappaquiddick — and then proceeded to New York to meet Jane Fonda — who declared, “Richard Nixon is the greatest traitor known to mankind.”)
Today — news: “New heroin statistics. U.S. buys $10 billion. World buys $15 billion. (much better than oil, which, world wide, is only $16 billion) “Ten square miles of up-country Thai-Laotian land grows entire U.S. supply. Nearly one ton of heroin was seized in the U.S. last year.” (On Sept. 15, last year, they picked up six tons from Harry Yee — Lombard Street, Alioto’s North Beach, San Francisco — after which the FBI raided S.F. to cart it out, and Kissinger ran like a rabbit to Peking, and China got into the U.N., and Nader canceled a third party, and Helms canceled a “mistake” missile, and I had lunch with pretty Mafia Pat Wyman.)
Of the nine CIA Mafia — Nixon branch — caught bugging Democratic Mafia headquarters, five were charged. Four got away and hid in Newport Beach, California. Those were the four, plus her one Secret Service guard, that tied Martha to the bed and jabbed her in the ass at the Newporter Inn — where, at that time, was J. Pat Gray, Director of the FBI, the Vatican lad who replaced apple pie murdered J. Mafia Hoover, directing the silencing of Martha. One of the captured five — Sturgis, a Jack Anderson friend, formerly ran Cuban

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gambling with McLaney, for Onassis-Lansky (Castro stole $8 billion from Onassis when he kicked them out and that was why Maheu was hired by the CIA Mafia to assassinate Castro, and why the Bay of Pigs — which all of the nine bugging Westgate were involved in). Sturgis was with Ferrie in the JFK Dallas bit. In court, Jack Anderson defended Sturgis as a “most honest American.” (In Andersons files are Ritey’s reports on the FBI-CIA-Dallas Police-Mafia coalition in the murders of JFK, Bobby, and Martin Luther King. Anderson withheld Bay of Pigs advance notice — along with the N.Y. times, and also withheld exposure of the “Hughes” bribes to Nixon in 1960.) Another, Barker, ran CIA Mafia loot from McCone’s Chilean ITT — through a Mexican Maf — to purchase U.S. murder. Barker, and another one, Hunt, were partners in Nicaraguan “business” (where “Hughes” took a duck from the Bahamas). Vatican Senator Buckley and Vatican CIA Helms proposed Vatican Hunt for Dickie’s top consultant on Narcotics and the Pentagon. Hunt was in the White House in charge of the Pentagon Papers (at the time of their release) and Narcotics (at the time of the Harry Yee $6 billion heroin affair). At the time of the bugging, Hunt was doing research on Teddy and Chappaquiddick — at the White House Library — where only altered versions exist — and a clamp has now gone on that information. Another of the five, Vatican McCord, was Dickie’s top consultant on censorship of the news media and the U.S. Postal Service.
The object of that bugging was to find out what the Demo Mafia were doing about the key — Dickie’s cross — “Howard Hughes.”
Both Mafia parties have been fed complete Chappaquiddick details. And both have been fed “Hughes” details. It is, for Mafia Demos to win, an expose of Onassis-Montini-”Hughes” — versus, to win, the Mafia Republican expose of Onassis-Montini-Chappaquiddick. Complicated, because both involve Vietnam, the gate to Fatima #3, and the MacNamara-Ellsberg cover-up of that.
And this is how the bubble of cancerous shit swells. It will be burst bubble or canceled elections, or an out in the open Thieu-Greece-Taiwan type take-over, or Fatima #3 and a new thing. No way out of it. Could have been — for four years now. All the murders since are cold blooded cancer Mafia murder — to cover up all before — back to the murder of Christ. There will be more.
Interesting notes: On Oct. 28, 1963, an official warning was issued to JFK — don’t go to Dallas. Arrest Lee Harvey Oswald.” (This is from Jack Anderson’s files. He denies knowing it.) On Nov. 1, 1963, Double Diem-Kennedy murder day, Marina Oswald was offered protection and citizenship by FBI [Unreadable ]. Hasty. After Nov. 22, 1963, Madame Nhu — Diem’s sister-in-law — sent a message about Dallas: “Anything that happens in Vietnam will find its counterpart in the U.S.” On Nov. 23, 1963 — Oswald: “I’m a patsy. I didn’t kill President Kennedy.”

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Shriver gut-shot backs up Teddy McGovern — for Onassis-Montini. All from the cancer shit bowl of humanity. Selected by Onassis and Montini in a Mafia back room of murdered bodies — including Christ’s.
(Said Jack Anderson, on TV: “Swiss Ambassador True Davis — a true Vatican Onassis person — president of Mafia Tony Boyle’s Mafia National Bank of Washington, had copies of Photostats of the drunk driving citations of Eagleton from the Highway Patrol and told me about them in 1968. Then he tore them up — as did the Highway Patrolmen the originals. One other party saw them — but he doesn’t have them. A third party has copies — but he has disappeared — ‘in the pocket’ — ‘so to speak.’ “ Eagleton then stepped down — after calling Alioto. Eagleton called Anderson to a Mafia Meet. Anderson emerged. “I retract. Nothing exists. Everything is clean.” Eagleton called Alioto — “in the pocket” — “so to speak.”
Teddy McGovern search, again, for a V.P. Humphrey: “Not me. Not again. I hate nooses.” Muskie: “No! My family needs me.” Boston White: “No! Things have been happening. I am needed at home.”
So, Teddy McGovern: “Last week, Eagleton withdrew. He was a Mafia nut. A good man. But some necrophiliac voters don’t cafe for nuts around nuclear buttons. Mafia — that’s normal. But we must not be distracted by nut issues — so I decided to pick a new one. Shriver. A clean, straight Kennedy-Montini-Onassis-Mafia — a member of the Onassis-Kennedy family — married to Teddy’s sister, Eunice. Nixon is an Onassis Mafia who only gang bangs on Christ. Us Mafia Kennedy’s offer a universal fuck of God himself.” (Teddy McGovern bought it! That was the plan I wanted to offer that delegate from Miami who was dead-fucking Mary Jo while I was fucking his wife. The secret plan to overcome Dickie’s campaign plan of a gang bang on Christ — Universal fuck of God Himself. The infectious fucking of space — already in use by the astronauts — Apollo 14 coins to the moon — and a Mafia fortune to a Philadelphia mint — Apollo 15 stamps to the moon — loot to the German Mafia. Next space flights will carry Mary Jo liver, and Hoover apple pie.)
That night, Garry Sullivan told me: “I’ve been on the White House lawn casting trout flies into a pool. National fly-casting meets. I won the last three. And right now, I’m sick. I feel like the trout that swallow my flies — ‘We’ve gotta cough up the monster — whatever it is.’ “
The second Mafia Demo V.P. convention meets. Blessing by grave-fucking Montini Cardinal Sheehan. “Bless the Papal Prince Teddy Eunice Kennedy Shriver. May God be prepared for a gang fuck.” Senator Mafia Mansfield: “Your Mafia Eminence and Reverend Mafia Fathers and the rest of you — we made some mistakes. Now we are concerned with survival. Vote for the Vatican. Shriver.” Mafia Daley’s grave-fucking Representative Pete Rostenkowski: “We, Chicago Mafia all love Teddy Kennedy Shriver.” He rattles a sack of bones. “Vote

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for the bones of Hampton and Clark. Vote Shriver.”
Johnson’s picture hangs dead center in this dead-fuck. Mary Jo’s wasn’t there.)
Black Yvonne Braithwaite Burke: “All blacks love Teddy Kennedy Shriver. We dead-fuck Mary Jo, and Hampton and Clark, and Martin Luther too, Let’s make that a campaign slogan.” Mafia grave-fucking Rockefeller: “Shriver, in the Peace Corps, showed Americans what they could do for their country — drown Mary Jo, barbecue Newsom’s nieces, squash Bonnie Brussell.”
(TV flashback to grave-fucking Kantelman and Mafia Money Wyman — “We love Teddy Kennedy Shriver.”)
Sweet-faced grave-fucking Dorothy Bush calls the voting roll. Sweet-faced grave-fucking Mafia from each “Genovese-Apalachin” state dutifully cast drooling, unanimous votes (except for Mafia Missouri Hearnes, who voted his batch for Mafia Nit Eagleton again).
Quoted Brinkley: “This is odd. Nothing is ever that unanimous. There is even much doubt about flag, motherhood and apple pie lately. As for me — I will eat apple pie, only if it’s organic.”
Chancellor: “You see? We give all the news to all the people.”
(And I wondered, for a moment, if these grave-fucking news beagles had read my discourse — for Ellsberg — on “flag, motherhood and apple pie.”)
And there they were, on the podium — smiling Mafia in a huddle — Muskie, Humphrey, Eagleton, O’Brien, Teddy, Mansfield, Califano — dead fucking gravely on Mary Jo’s grave — preparing for the universal fuck on God’s.
Dead fuck Jean Westwood — Demo Chairfucker: “We are honest. We have told the people the truth. We have nothing to hide.” (Except that Old Crow bottle in her girdle.) “Here is Vatican O’Brien.”
O’Brien: “Miami — the most honest dead fucking conclave in American history. We promise the truth. We want everyone to say, ‘I trust the Democratic Party. Survival of the Mafia two party system is at stake. We are proud of Mafia Nut Eagleton.”
Eagleton: “I remember Miami Beach. Good clean dead-fucking of Mary Jo. Now we’ll have a ball dead-fucking God with Teddy Shriver and Teddy McGovern. And now, I give you Hubert, who dead-fucks with his face on the dirt of Mary Jo’s grave.”
Humphrey: “We need belief in government. I learned in 1968. Come home, you Mafia Democratic dead-fuckers. Come home to the gang fuck on God. I give you our new chief dead-fucker, Teddy McGovern.”
Teddy McGovern: “I salute a truly great American — Teddy Kennedy. I salute Teddy Shriver. We can take this country back from Mafia Dickie and give it to Mafia Teddy. When government lies to people, then people lose liberty itself. We will dump Thieu, and transfer our war effort to Heroin Thailand. We have decided to support Onassis’ Greece and Lansky’s Israel. Send us money. Send us help.” (I sent him Howard Hughes — the whole thing — remains and all.) “What made our country what it is today are the ideals of our people — grave fucking. We

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want all to receive our blessings — pond drownings. There is a God who hates injustice and we are prepared to gang fuck him. I give you our V.P. — America’s great lady, Eunice Teddy Kennedy, and her hubby — who? — oh — Teddy Shriver.”
V.P. Teddy Shriver: “Your Cardinal Sheehan Eminence — and the rest of you — and the great Ted Kennedy — what is he thinking about?” (Teddy blushed and hid his face in his hands.) “Pity Nixon. His first — and only — ‘choice’ was Spiro Agnew. Us Demos have thousands of Mafia Onassis-Montini Kennedys to choose from. Demo Party is the Party of Daley and Ted Kennedy. We build tonight on the grave of Mary Jo Kopechne and the Justice buried there. We want equal justice for all.” (Coming, baby, coming) “We feel something missing.” (Mary Jo and all of the murdered. Unlike Miami — here was the featured speaker — the V.P., now — Montini Teddy Shriver — soon to be President.) “We are going to harness God — and Fuck Him Good.”
And so Eunice and Teddy are “enshrined,” said Chancellor.
Interviews: Shriver: “I discussed everything with Eunice and Teddy Kennedy. He advises me. He owns me. I obey.” Teddy: “I will campaign actively for my ticket.”
The weeping statue of Fatima — does she weep because the Supreme Court ruled, “Yes, we are the Mafia anointed supreme arbiters of American law — but we can’t rule on the Mafia Party rules — because they rule us.”?
Or, does she weep because here in the U.S. of Mafia, Mafia murder is not only immune to Congress, City Hall, and public street, but gets a badge — “most courageous man” — and a title — President?
Or, does she weep because Teddy’s V.P. sister, Eunice Shriver, follows up Hearst, Hersh and McGovern, who declare Teddy “Most Courageous Man,” with an article on “Life, Itself.”? Writes Teddy’s V.P. sister Eunice: “Human existence is the greatest achievement yet in the universe. Life has been cheap for us since Vietnam. And we have transferred this attitude to matters here at home.” (She refers to Chappaquiddick.) “The destruction of life is contrary to our nature.” (unless decreed necessary by the leader of our family — Onassis — murderer of my two brothers — who runs our Mafia country — or our previous family leader, Joseph P. Kennedy — who got his jollies out of wars like Fatima #1 for the Deputy of Christ at Auschwitz — Pope somebody — or Teddy, at Dike Bridge — or Montini, with the crucifixion of Camara’s Priest.) She quotes Bobby’s song, “Which one would have built the bridge?” and continues, “We cannot sing this song just for the dead of war. Those who oppose us cannot have it both ways — to abhor death in Southeast Asia, while rejecting the case for life in Los Angeles, Manhattan, Hyannisport, San Francisco, and Chappaquiddick. We must act where we have the power to cat and move to preserve what others would abuse and destroy.” (We must, folks, use Mafia power to crush Mary Jo at the Bridge, because her life is cheap — and preserve us Mafia cancer, which some doctors wish to delete,

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because our murderous cancerous existence is the greatest achievement yet in the universe. Pope Montini says so — and titles us all “Papal Knights and Princesses and Presidents and Vice Presidents,” such as me and Teddy.)
Is this why that Fatima cedar stump weeps in Marcello’s Louisiana parish, where sister Lucey, the architect of Fatima #1, 2, and #3 — blow off of the world — reads comic books and dead-fucks toward Pennsylvania?
Where did she come from anyhow? Who appointed, anointed or elected her to anything? Perhaps she should receive hanging rights prior to Ellsberg — who only followed out the latter stages of blueprinting Montini’s-Onassis’ Fatima #3 blow-off of the other half — which now — by complications — has become a Mexican stand-off blow-off — both ways — accompanied by a 22 hour scavenger mop-up.
Today — Friedheim, Pentagon: “Well, yes, we have been working on a first strike to blow up all of Russia.” (Roosevelt — D-Day in Europe: “We must get out of the people’s minds the word ‘invasion.’ It is a ‘Holy Crusade.’ All wars are Holy Crusades.”)
Today — President 62-carat up-the-ass Patty: “There won’t be any campaign issues. My hubby, Dickie, has them all solved.”
Today — the Yippies, who have been planning for four years to disrupt the Republican Convention: “We have read some papers. We are withdrawing from Miami. We will not provide Dickie with a pretext for violence to either cancel elections or push Fatima #3 buttons at the gang bang on Christ in Miami, August 21, 1972.” After Jerry Gordon phoned Ellsberg about these papers — at the U.C.L.A. Peace Coalition Anti-War meeting last month — Gordon announced, “We, the Anti-War group, will not be in Miami, Aug. 21, 1972. We, too, have read some papers. We will provide no pretexts for Dickie.”
Today — Ellsberg: “Within the last months,” (last month, July 21, Friday, from U.C.L.A.) “I learned something about the constitution and why my persecution trial was held. This trial should never have been held.” (He rattles blackmail about that taped call — and worries about the new charge. Freed now, he wants desperately to have the trial conducted on the mild charges now before him.)
Today — Ellsberg’s 16 Kennedy attorneys: “We ask for a mistrial. Delay will mean possible taint of waiting jury by viewing other evidence.” (I told Rudenstein other batches of papers were in L.A. for the jurors and witnesses.) “New, untainted jury should be called when trial is ready.” “We waive double jeopardy rights. Justice wants trial now. So do we. If delayed somewhat we will not seek ‘double jeopardy’ release because of new jury.”
Today — Mafia Supreme Court: “Fuck you all. It’s our necks that will stretch, too. We will delay this past the election — probably forever — or at least until we figure out some Mafia scheme to bury it all — as Warren’s Court did for Dallas.”
Today — in Rome — 32 Mafia Parliament members — Montini’s Parliament — charged with crimes ranging from murder to theft — were automatically exempted by the Papal rule of congressional immunity — as has been the rule through the Papal centuries — followed in the U.S. of Mafia during our last Mafia century. Montini’s Italian Prime Minister, Andreotti, attacked McGovern’s

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threat of withdrawal from Vatican Heroin Vietnam and other Mafia dictatorships around the world. (After nomination, of course, Teddy McGovern reversed it all.) Commented Mafia Reagan: “I heartily agree with Montini’s Prime Minister Andreotti. We must not alter our plan to keep forces everywhere to join our allies — Onassis, Thieu, Chiang, Franco, Medici, Pakistan — in Fatima #3.” And Montini — Mafia backbone temporarily propped up by a succession of American Mafia — Rogers, Reagan, Treachery Secretary Connally, Body Count MacNamara, Two Handed Ambassador Lodge (to help him with his constant Mary Jo grave stroke) — interrupted his tears to lay down the law of God: “We will crush any individual, group, or nation who conspires against the church or the recognized legitimate authorities. Nationalism, as a substitute for Vatican Law, is unlawful — subversive of both civil and religious law — and we will crush it solely, if necessary, because it is inimical to the welfare of the Vatican, the Holy See, and the Roman Catholic Church.” (All 600 million soldiers of the church — and soldiers of the Mafia — are now totally committed as hostages to the Holy Crusade of Fatima #3. Comic book reader Sister Lucey’s Fatima #3.)
Today — newsman St. John: “We have just witnessed the crumbling of the corrupt two party system. Who needs it?”
Today — Greeky Agnew: “What really is on the line now is the survival of our Republican Party and it’s ability to remain in power.”
Neither Mafia party is mentioned in the constitution. (Murder, treason, bribery are. Hanging offenses. Nor is the established Mafia Party Law that one, or most, as is the case of our leaders, be owned by Roman Mafia Montini. Nor is Sister Lucey’s Fatima #3. Nor is Onassis. It says “Total separation — church and sate.” “Free elections,” (no bribery), “by all,” (count ‘em, 206 million bodies). It says “Life,” (Mary Jo), “Liberty,” (Mary Jo), “Pursuit of Happiness,” (Mary Jo). It says “no secrecy,” public “right to know.” It says a lot. It says that Agnew is wrong. Survival of the Republican Party is not an issue. Survival of 206 million American bodies — and the birds and the bees and the flowers — is the issue. (Says Hoppe: “What America needs is a clobbering.”) Well there is a precept for everything. “And the U.S. of Mafia, a necrophiliac nation — MMORDIS, Montini’s Mafia Diocese — Fucks in frenzied unison toward Mary Jo’s grave — in support of the leader of the dead-fuck, Montini’s virgin asshole son, Onassis’ virgin asshole son, issue from Mafia Virgin Mama Rosie and Joseph — the one and only murderer from the Pond — Teddy.
Lansky’s Dead Fucking Mafia Convention Hall — overflowing from froth and rotting corpses — freshly fucked by cancer in July — will soon refill for a drooling gang bang of Christ — an empty festered slivering cross. Followed by the big show — Gang Bang on Christ versus Universal Fuck of God. Vote for one. It matters not. The fuckless aren’t available any more. Christ leaped off the cross at Chappaquiddick. And those coin and stamp astronaut Mafia will never throw a space net over God. “Election

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decisions are made by them — those two — the fuckees. They pass the results through Pennsylvania graves, Cypress Lawn and street corners such as Franklin and Lombard, San Francisco, — 10:45 p.m., Sept. 16, 1968. If there is any credence to the Bermuda Triangle, UFO’s, and other non-human, solvable mysteries — in all probability, the answer is a clamp — CIA style — that none of this MMORDIS infected planet ever reach out to infect the universe. That cancer dies right here. Along with its victims.
Aug. 10, 1972 — Today — Teddy sues Nixon over a vetoed bill. “Unconstitutional,” screams Teddy. Today Congress toys with releasing that treason indictment against Joan of Arc Jane Fonda. Her attorney is Mark Lane — indignant as Mae Brussell over assassinations. Both have read these papers and run and bark anti-war phrases and campaign for Teddy Kennedy McGovern and dead-fuck on Mary Jo’s grave faithfully for Montini. Today — Ellsberg — free — jury sent home — announces he will campaign against the war and Dickie — and for Teddy Kennedy McGovern. So will his staff of 16 Kennedy attorneys — who helped Teddy get out of the ordeal of Chappaquiddick. All dead-fuck madly on Mary Jo’s grave and all that lies buried there. Today — a street conversation — I listened in: “Barker and Sturgis got $115 thou — campaign funds — for that Demo bugging bit. Sturgis and McLaney (Onassis’ Cuban gambling) got kicked out of Cuba — and Castro stole $8 billion from Onassis. Look what that $8 billion Onassis steal brought on — Maheu hired by CIA to assassinate Castro (and his crew later turned up in Chicago Nov. 1, 1963) — Bay of Pigs Invasion shit, we almost had a nuclear war with Russia. So, what’s so odd about Helms lobbing a ‘mistake’ missile on S.F. when the massed FBI was here on Oct. 8 to cart out that $6 billion Harry Yee skag — especially when it was tied in with Nader’s assassination if he started a 3rd Party against the key — the Mafia Election Process — and the admittance of China into the U.N. — and the complete dissolution of the two Mafia Parties — decapitation of the Mafia — crumbling of the Mafia Vatican Roman Catholic Church — end of war — end of crime — exposure of assassinations right back to the birth of Christ? And ditto — again — on July 11, 1972, in Garry’s office? Christ! And ‘Hughes,’ Alioto, Chappaquiddick, Genovese, Brussell, Hoover! And ditto again — L.A. — July 21, 1972, where the Ellsberg-McNamara hedge cover-up of the Vietnam War — for Teddy and Montini — The Pentagon Papers — was about to be exposed. And again — same weekend — National General Sinatra, Klein, etc., and related C. Arnholdt Smith — San Diego. “Waste ‘em” — says Helms — S.F., L.A., San Diego. We’re lucky. Let’s get out of here.” Tomorrow, my mother goes to Portland to try to find my brother who is currently hiding in a closet in a National General office there — run by Thelma Golding, of the Mafia rattle death sympathy card after my father’s murder. Her brother drives from the Mexican border to the Canadian border —

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San Diego to Seattle — circling away from San Francisco by way of Salt Lake City. His son hides in Lagos, Nigeria — courtesy of Body Count Bundy — Kennedy Vatican from the Vietnam Holy Crusade — who now runs the Ford Foundation.

In San Francisco — now — and throughout the next week, the last one before the Mafia Republican gang bang on Christ in Miami, are Warren, former Supreme Court Chief at the time of Dallas; Burger, present Supreme Court Chief, and Onassis’ “free ships” friend; the entire Mafia American Bar Association; CIA Chief Helms; Former CIA Chief (at the time of the ‘Holy Crusade’ in Vietnam — through the double Diem-Kennedy murders) McCone — now from ITT and the world Mafia rape; Kleindienst — Attorney General after Mitchell quit to run the Committee to Reelect Nixon, which employed the nine Mafia to Bug Watergate; MacGregor, who took over that Committee after Mitchell quit to crawl up Martha’s ass because she “had a story to tell”; J. Pat Gray — FBI Chief, Vatican replacement for apple pie murdered J. Mafia Hoover; Noel Gayler — Commander in Chief of All Pacific Forces, who apparently believes the war is being fought right here in San Francisco; The regular Mafia crowd — Genovese, Alioto, Lanza, et al; plus all of the thousands of fringe Mafia hoods that cluster around these capos. It is probable that Montini will be here to confer with Genovese, Alioto, Lanza and McGucken. I expect Marie Elena Merryman — from the “Hughes” nursemaids — to approach me — at a lonely bus stop — “Imagine seeing you here! Perhaps you have noticed that Jim’s is too crowded these days — with strangers — to get in. There won’t be any buses. I have beer at my place. It is spacious — baseball field size — overlooking Swig’s Fairmont and the Nob Hill Square, and you can read Spellman’s works and we’ll talk of things like Onassis and Howard Hughes. We’ll walk — to save money — since I know you don’t have cab fare. Which is sad, because it is so easy to make money on the stock market.”
We’ll see. History does have a way of repeating itself.
For instance, Bill Moyers is here — back in the newspaper business. Bought a local rag — the “Progress.” Moyers is an LBJ Mafia — was his Press Secretary when Johnson was the Mafia President. Johnson, you see, is intensely interested in stifling any San Francisco news. The “Guardian”? Brugmann’s Reformer Rag? Kennedy money bought that rag immediately after Chappaquiddick. “Eastern Money,” Brugmann said, after reading all this — as he rushed out into the moonlight two handing toward Pennsylvania.
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“The Jesuits keep me penniless, isolated — and — out of town,” says a former Jesuit priest, John D. Roche — about L.A. Archbishop Manning, who said, “This is a usual condition for one who resists our order.” (and I refer you back a few pages to Mafia Pope Montini’s rattle, “We will crush anyone who interferes with the power of the Vatican and the Roman Catholic Church.” And, that was God speaking.)
Haynes Johnson — Washington Post: “Despite publications such as the Pentagon Papers, no-one has yet explained how America became involved in a rural land so far away.” (You have just read the explanation — so have Dickie, Teddy (all Teddys), Brehznev, Chow, McNamara, Ellsberg, Nader, Montini, Onassis, and a long list around the world — most of whom I don’t know. It is why Mary Jo was murdered, and my father — now my family. It is why I am being murdered — and you — with me. It is the same philosophy that murdered Christ.) “There has always been an air of inevitability about America’s involvement in Vietnam. No-one, no matter how powerful, seemed able to stem the tide.” (Jesuit Priest, Father Mootz — from the grave — the Tisserant Papers — explained this to me. Tisserant spelled it out plainly. What can Montini do to “crush” Father Mootz — or Tisserant — or Mary Jo — or my father? They’re already dead. And holding mobile strings. As you now know, it is a powerful tide. Onassis and Montini — and their “soldiers of the Mafia” and “soldiers of the church” are running for election — in the U.S. of Mafia — jointly in charge of both Mafia Parties — Country, States and Cities — as planned at Apalachin — based on the Roosevelt-Joseph P. Kennedy-Onassis’ Fatima #1-World War II, which brought into reality a comic book vision of three little girls in Portugal in 1917 — The Three Secrets of Fatima — seized upon by the church as a boost for it’s ‘Holy Crusades’ — and later by Onassis for his ‘Holy Crusade’ — a joint venture. Today, around the world, entire Fatima churches and populations grovel in the Pennsylvania dust of Mary Jo’s grave — dead fucking — along with Sister Lucey — last of those three little girls — who now reads comic books in Marcello’s Louisiana Parish while wooden Fatima — a reality from the comic book — weeps and weeps for the faithful Fatima followers.)
Everyone named herein is guilty of murder, treason, genocide, crimes against humanity and Christ. In the U.S. of Mafia — nobody did anything about it since Sept. 16, 1968 — when I first turned it over to the bravest of the brave — beginning with Dickie. All of there murders and crimes were accelerated. A total clamp went on me. Vatican and CIA to Garry. President to Genovese-Alioto street cop. This is why I performed the abortion on Body Count McNamara and Ellsberg — without the $400 million Betty Waterhouse proposed using to give McNamara a giant one — in return for the brutal one he gave her. McNamara, commissioned by Teddy after Chappaquiddick — and Montini — “Get me out of this, as you did JFK from the Bay of Pigs” — either ordered Ellsberg to release it (The Pentagon Papers) as a cover-up hedge, or Ellsberg alone did it — knowing, like Oswald at Dallas, that he was the patsy for the “deeper fix.” It happened — the cover-up Pentagon Papers — after Aug. 5, 1969 — when all of the shit

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of Chappaquiddick hit the fan. CIA style — triangulation — like the crossfire at Dallas that blew off Kennedy’s head. Johnson and Dickie (“hang together or hang separately — along with ‘Hughes’ “), Teddy McGovern and Kimelman’s 17 Mafia (“Pick up the Kennedy Banner as you did for Bobby is 1968 — take the Kennedy machine — we have the loot.”) and McNamara-Ellsberg (Chappaquiddick blows the ‘Holy Crusade’ anyhow — so release the covered up version of the war. Release a little to save the whole. No-one will get hurt — Mafia, that is.”).
There was more crossfire — such as every Bishop and Archbishop and Cardinal rushing to the aid of Teddy, Daley and Alioto. Graham and the Archbishop of Canterbury to the aid of Dickie. Every Rabbi to the aid of Golda Meir and Lansky. All to keep the lid on. Any or all could have exposed this — at any time — in the last 50 years. Or 100 years. And on back.
Jesuit Priest Roche: “They keep me isolated, penniless — want me out of town.” For me — this, plus various tortures described herein — mental to murder. Verified.
Ellsberg? Top security clearance. Everybody with access knows the whole bit — Spellman’s ‘Holy Crusade’ in Vietnam, Heroin, Onassis-Roosevelt-Joseph P. Kennedy 1932, again in World War II (Fatima #1), Apalachin, Genovese-Alioto-Lanza, Chappaquiddick, assassinations, Multi-National Mafia. J. Edgar Hoover was murdered because pressure was building on him and he was about to pop (LBJ: “We’ve gotta keep him inside the tent pissin’ out — rather than outside pissin’ in”). Ellsberg — today — is freed from treason because of these papers — one phone call, mentioning Chappaquiddick, from that U.C.L.A. Anti-War meet (engineered by Rudenstein).
Ellsberg couldn’t care less. He’s wealthy. His job is done — get the Pentagon War version of the Vietnam War accepted (like the Dickie-Onassis “Hughes” myth) — in order to cover the “deeper fix.” After Aug. 5, 1969, the Chappaquiddick cover was to be “anti-war” — or anything else that happened overseas — suddenly, Teddy, whose bubby started it, was “anti-war.” Ramsey Clark, who, as Attorney General, directed it — and whose pappy was one of Roosevelt’s Mafia Supreme Court Capos — was suddenly “anti-war.” Ellsberg, who drew up the Fatima #3 nuclear blow-off plans, and then drew up the McNamara “Pentagon Papers” cover-up, was suddenly “anti-war.” Shriver, Dickie’s French Ambassador, sanctioning Dickie’s war policy, suddenly — after Chappaquiddick — became “anti-war” — and quit and came back to defend Teddy. McGovern became violently “anti-war,” and held Teddy’s hand — Catch 22 Teddy McGovern. Salinger, Mankiewicz — all of those in on the start of JFK-Spellman’s (read Onassis-Montini’s) Vietnam “Holy Crusade”: suddenly were “anti-war.” Fronts, such as Rudenstein’s Peace Coalition, suddenly were “anti-war” — as were fronts ACLU and ADA and Common Cause. Anything to keep attention away from Chappaquiddick — and all that lies buried there — the cause of war, the cause of crime — back to the murder of Christ.
I mentioned Priest Roche being isolated, penniless? I mentioned myself — all of that plus no U.S. of Mafia legal, press or any other kind of aid — in fact, the reverse: Total clamp?

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A quote: “Defending Ellsberg will top one million dollars in cost — the most expensive trial in history. Ellsberg’s defense expenses are running $80,000 per month. Since Ellsberg’s July indictment, costs have been $400,000. Ellsberg’s defense team includes 13 lawyers at around $2,000 per month apiece, 9 paralegal researchers, 3 professional consultants, 5 document researchers, 6 secretaries.” That’s 36 humans — high priced — plus backing of fronts ACLU, Common Cause, ADA — all, each and every one — like Nader — a protector of Teddy Kennedy, murderer of Mary Jo at Chappaquiddick. Massive dead-fucking. “He spends $3,000 per month for renting eight Bunker Hill Towers apartments. $2,000 per month for telephones. $10,000 per month for transcripts.”
Me? My father was murdered. My half-murdered mother has run in fear to Portland to find my hiding brother — in a Mafia National General closet. Rest of the family running away — all over the continent. Buildings emptying when I mention Chappaquiddick. Oh well — mobile strings are all that matter. We’re all going.
All of these — mentioned above — avoid the key to all war — Chappaquiddick — by chanting “anti-war.” Dickie, on the other hand, has pitched for war — “pro-war” — “around the world for peace” — Whoop the war in Vietnam — search for peace around the world — anything to keep attention away from Chappaquiddick — and all that lies buried there — the cause of war — the cause of crime — back to the birth of Christ.
So, a week ago, I called Betty Waterhouse and notified her that I had given her former boyfriend — Body Count McNamara of Mafia Heaven, the World Bank — and Ellsberg — a gigantic abortion — all by myself, in retribution for the savage abortion he had given her in Tacoma, Green Street, 1938. She was indignant, “You don’t have to go that far, I hardly remember him.” That was odd — since, long ago, the idea was to use her $400 million to give it to him. But I did understand. For, you see, she loves Mafia and gets checks from Dickie, signed personally. Also, she runs a travel agency at the S.F. Hilton (remember Teddy McGovern’s Kimelman Virgin Island Hilton?), where the entire Supreme Court is now staying — and the Mafia ABA, and Attorney General Kleindienst, and a host of assorted Mafia, CIA to Genovese and Alioto. That was a week ago. And I promised a TV special for her — about Ellsberg, Kleindiesnt and the nine Mafia Supreme Court Justices. (Ellsberg and Russo were here three days later and scheduled for a Channel 5 TV special. It was canceled.) So I called her lastnight and elaborated on the gigantic abortion. Said she: ”I arranged for a trip to Carmel for Kleindienst and his wife. They are so nice. We talked about trips to the wine country and other places and I’ve talked to all of the other big people here.” Me: “I will be down to the Hilton next week to give some abortions to some of them. I’ll stop and see you and tell you about it after it’s done.” She, sweetly: “Why don’t you stop by the travel place first. I am making money hand over fist on the stock market. I can’t lose. It’s a fix.

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You could do so well.” Me: “As well as McNamara and Ellsberg?” She: “Much better.” Me: “But my business is abortions. Friends tell me that stock market thing is due for an abortion. So why should I mess with a sick cancer that’s about to be cut out?” She: “But cutting cancer out might kill the patient.” Me: “True. All doctors take that risk, with 100% human approval — even the Mafia. The cancer will kill the patient, so if the patient is dead anyhow — what’s left to lose?” She: “Well, stop and see me first anyhow.”
That was lastnight. All messages get through. Today, Dickie’s new Supreme Court Justice Powell — at Betty Waterhouse’s Hilton — officially opened the ABA convention with a speech. Said Supreme Court Justice Powell: “Destructive Criticisms are threatening our institutions — and threatening our honor.”
At Al Strom’s Drift Inn (he remembers), Perry’s, Tiki Bob’s, and Bill’s Flagship, I have seen all five of the CIA Watergate buggers within the last nine months — roughly — roughly, since my Neilson-Green chats about Peking, Chappaquiddick Dickie — and the Nader Assassination bit and Pat Wyman — and the Harry Yee $6 billion San Francisco heroin bit. I didn’t know who they were until I saw their pictures in Newsweek, after the Demo Headquarters bugging bit. A month before my father’s murder — as I walked into the Drift Inn, Elizabeth Dale whispered to two who were with her, “There he is” — and they looked for a bit and then left. Four got away from that Watergate capture, and later — apparently — helped jab Martha in the ass at Newport when she “had a story to tell.” It stands to reason, that, if pictures of those other four ever come out — those two will be identified. One of them looked something like Sturgis. A month after my father’s murder, at the same place, Jim Lindberg asked me, “What are you thinking about?” and I told him — “I am thinking of hanging everybody in the CIA, top to bottom — from McCone and Helms, who tonight are two blocks above us — at 1170 Sacramento Street — with the Merrymans and Eckersleys — to the lowliest CIA murder freak in this bar.” Jim left.
Quote from Don Freed’s tape of Tackwood — L.A. Police informer: “McCord is in on the concentration camp bit for dissenters. He’s a stone killer. He was at Dallas. This man was talking about killing Nixon and blaming it on the liberals. Then Greeky Agnew would walk in.” One night Jim was drunk and fell down. “Are you hurt?” someone said. Jim: “Doesn’t make any difference. I was dead 10 years ago.” 10 years ago is around the time of the Bay of Pigs and Dallas. I wonder why this batch of murderers turned up near me during the course of these events. Said Jim to me one night, in jest: “We’re all CIA/ We murder when it’s necessary.” Or, was it jest? He gave me a message on the night before my father’s murder. He was present when Hughes’ aunt, Kitty Lowry, first chatted with me. His partner, Cliff Jones, was present on the occasion of the next chat. Who knows? The two with Elizabeth Dale — and these two — might be the missing four from Watergate. It doesn’t matter. They’ll hang — in one of it’s many forms — including, for sure, mobiles.

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“You’ve got them all shook up,” came a voice to me the other night. Well, roll that “bugging” shit described on the previous pages around a little bit, and Tackwood’s comments about McCord in at Dallas, and the Rand memo to Agnew about canceling elections, and McCord’s “Kill Nixon…walk in Agnew… dissenters in concentration camps” — Agnew, forced on Nixon by Onassis and Greeky Pappas — Nixon dumped at the convention — depending upon whom the bugging of O’Brien revealed to be Demo opposition — and whether it had a chance — and getting caught in a bungling bugging. It speaks of desperation. Desperation about events in San Francisco, herein described — China into the U.N., Thailand Heroin, “Hughes” and Chappaquiddick, which blows it all — including the assassinations in which they were involved — Jim “Dead 10 years Ago” — Barker — citizenship revoked 10 years ago — Sturgis (with Elizabeth Dale — citizenship revoked 10 years ago — later restored by Mafia Senator Smathers — a link, with Rebozo, between Johnson and Nixon and Onassis — Barker and Sturgis kicked out of Cuban gambling — with McLaney — at $8 billion loss Onassis’ expense — Barker and Hunt in Nicaragua — where “Hughes” fled from the Bahamas. Desperation — and Bremer, hypnotic clod, on the path of Nixon — and another one last week. And Dickie — desperation — bombing the hell out of Vietnam — rigging the convention — begging for legal Mafia suppression of the bugging investigation — Mitchell’s crawl up his wife’s ass — Connally quitting — Romney quitting (“Dickie faces grave political consequences”) — Stans in hiding. On the other side — Teddy’s quit and run behind Mafia skirts, Montini robes. Purchase of Teddy McGovern — desperation on Eagleton — Eagleton’s ouster — desperate refusal to run by Senators Humphrey, Muskie, Jackson, Nelson, Ribicoff, Church, Carter — and Meier’s Alioto and Boston White (Eagleton checked — carefully with Alioto — just before, and just after he stepped down). Acceptance of Mafia Daley’s Mafia Capo — Teddy Kennedy Shriver — and everybody bellowing “anti-war”, Teddy Ramsey Clark, Teddy Kennedy, Teddy McGovern, Teddy Shriver, Teddy Salinger, Teddy Makiewicz, Teddy Ellsberg, Teddy Nader. All of them have read these papers. Desperation. Ellsberg, “We waive double jeopardy. Call a new jury, when necessary. This one has been tainted.” (I told Rudenstein that they had copies.) Anything to keep the lid on. Ellsberg doesn’t want his freedom on those terms — revealing Chappaquiddick and Fatima #3 Vietnam. He, like Oswald at Dallas, is dead — if they think it gets out through him. Reagan, Connally, Rogers to Rome after Montini rattles: “I have written a book. I want to quit. God has chosen me to suffer.” Morale boosted somewhat, he rattles: “We will crush anyone who interferes.” Teddy, Jackie, Rosie to Rome to confer. Lansky to Golda Meir for sanctuary. Desperation. Waldheim, U.N. Secretary General, knows, and spits “I am sick of the U.S. (of Mafia) taking world destruction into its own hands — and destroying the U.N. — Dickie running to Moscow, Peking — and around the world, with McNamara, Burns, Connally, Reagan, and his entire cabinet — and the U.S. Senate and House leaders — buying, stealing, maneuvering, wheeling and dealing — privately, in his own behalf — while he bombs and mines the Chinese borders — propagandizes in every manner on all borders — and tightens the nuclear noose around the non-Mafia half — Fatima #3 blow-off bait.”

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Desperation. In the open. Mafia Congress frightened by Mafia Sinatra. Mafia Sinatra National General loot to Dickie and Greeky Agnew. The nine member Mafia Supreme Court — having read these papers — will now hang Ellsberg on a new charge — or hang with him on the same charge. The are here now, chaperoning the Mafia American Bar Association (In Washington yesterday, 100 Senators — 64 of them lawyers — Mafia lawyers — voted down no-fault insurance, to preserve that billion dollar insurance racket — for themselves. Yesterday, the Mafia “Statute of Limitations” — 10 years — on armored car robbery ran out — and the three Mafia capos who did it — known — now have one and a half million to split up — free of charge. The only collection of any stolen loot — by any U.S. of Mafia court — is now going on in Vegas — where Dickie’s Justice — 1,000 strong — are trying to recover $300 million — stolen from Onassis by many — because they knew about “Hughes” (a la Lansky’s $35 million). He is collecting this $300 million to give it back to his boss, your boss — Onassis.
The ABA is in San Francisco to legalize the gang bang on Christ in Miami. Alioto welcomed them all. U.S. Attorney (criminal matters) Gang rape Ladar is in charge of entertainment for this Mafia cancer that writes Mafia law and keeps the lid on the constitution and dead-fucks Mary Jo. U.S. Attorney Metzger, selling heroin from Hallinan’s office, was charged, again, with dope pushing. He is on one of the ABA deliberative committees. He, too, has read these papers. U.S. Attorney Browning’s pappy is a featured speaker. ITT, National General, C. Arnholdt Smith, Chappaquiddick, “Hughes” — Attorney General Kleindienst speaks: “We have stopped all crime” — and Betty Waterhouse ushers him around. Former Attorney General Brownell and Superior Court Chief Burger — who gave Onassis his ships — speak — almost jointly: “Make the prisons pleasant and make us judges happy.” Alioto: “I’m against high legal fees. Illegal fees? Now, that’s different. We all do that, don’t we, Burger?” as he rattles murdered Hoover’s files. Senator Byrd: “Judges are the only ones in the world — other than Mafia Popes, Mafia Dictators, and Mafia kings — who have lifetime jobs. Therefore, they are Mafia — and God.”
Mary Jo’s grave in Wilkes Barre is a mud puddle. floods. Romney won’t give a dime in Federal money to the area..
Reagan and “Look’s” Cowles and Sinatra are together in Miami. Cowles never left since the Demo dead-fuck on Mary Jo when he stayed with Teddy’s Harriman.
Chandler and Younger (L.A. Times and State D.A. — who both covered up Bobby — and set up “Squad 19” for the Republican Mafia Convention at San Diego — since scrubbed by that Dita Beard Memo — and now in the Patriarcha-Sinatra-Lansky Fontainebleu in Miami — which caused McCord, Barker, Sturgis, Gonzales, Martinez, Ferrar, Hunt, Caddy, Liddy to revamp their plans — and give me sour looks at Al Strom’s, where Noel Gayler, Kitty Lowry, and assorted Mafia characters sometimes come to consult — me, apparently — what else would they be doing in a small S.F. neighborhood bar?) — at any rate, Chandler and Younger turn out to be crooks — Geotek. Surprised? Newspaper and D.A.? Mafia? How could that be? Younger spoke at the ABA on law reform.

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Quotes Teddy Ramsey Clark and Teddy Joan of Arc Jane Fonda — as they read these papers, while one handing toward Pennsylvania — a festering rotting mud hole called Mary Jo — about Teddy McGovern and Teddy Shriver: “Elect Teddy President and the North Viets will give us our POW’s back.” Teddy Ramsey Clark was on the throne for Johnson on assassinations, Chappaquiddick, “Hughes,” Onassis, Montini — and the whooping of the war.
Dickie and staff rig a report — “Official” — which negates Nader’s original charge — rotten Corvairs. Necrophiliac Nader — who accepted his Onassis bribe and has gone on toward Mafia heaven — couldn’t care less if Dickie boots him in the ass. Helps him with his jollies on Mary Jo’s rotting corpse. Locally, Alioto boots Chappaquiddick Pachtner in the ass — and she humps all the harder toward Wilkes Barre.
“We’ve gotta get the power back,” snarls Eunice Teddy Kennedy Shriver — while two handing.
Two handing also: Guy Wright: “We should let all of the Mafia legislators starve…starve…starve…starve…” Congressman Riegle: “What difference does Congress make? It’s a ship of fools that has nothing to do with the country where 210 million live…live…live…live…” Considine: “Kennedy dynasty is shattered. Muskie, Wallace, Eagleton, shot down. Connally, Mitchell, Wilson — quit. Church is crumbling — Montini will quit. What is going on…on…on…on…” Harwood, about Shriver: He doesn’t give a damn about anybody — he uses them. His motto is the same as Daley’s: Nice guys come in last…last…last…last…”
A hierarchy of shit — sustained by a society of shit. Sucking on Onassis’ heroin-chancered thing, sitting on Montini’s “Holy Crusade” — brave, free Americans, eating Grecian and Roman shit for dessert. Melting Pot? Yes, indeed. Rejects from every corner of the world — too rotten to correct the shit in their own native area — run to America — the U.S. of Mafia — and from that gutless breed comes the creeping, crawling cancer that today composes a necrophiliac nation, dead-fucking on Mary Jo’s grave — now escalated to the horror of a 1972 “free” election between Onassis-Montini-Kennedy-Chappaquiddick-”Hughes”-Teddy McGovern and Onassis-Montini-Kennedy-Chappaquiddick-”Hughes”-Dickie, in a joint Handmaiden-Vatican Mafia Election Process. All of them running now — from these papers. Double cross, triple cross — anything to continue the run, toward other crosses that wait — empty. The Gang-bang on Christ vs. Universal Fuck of God.
Fatima #3 — Mafia capos sending out kill contracts from an impersonal distant swivel chair. On you — and themselves. Ever the nature of cancer. The human lunch — while consuming itself. MMORDIS — Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit.
Cross-check on that — “Why are all listed in here — and you — all of you — dead fucking on Mary Jo’s grave?”

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August 16, 1972
This is a summary of the murder of LaVerne Dale Roberts — my father — by President Richard Milhous Nixon –
My father’s reward. Because of his son — me — elected Nixon to the Presidency. And in so doing, exposed 1) the Mafia Election Process, 2) Mafia Montini U.S. possession in 1960 — dating from Onassis’ 1957 Apalachin, 1957 “Hughes” hyping, 1957 formation of the “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel, 1957 bribery of Mafia Nixon (“I’ll take the ‘Hughes’ loan. Fuck America. My family comes first.”), 3) caused Chappaquiddick, 4) McNamara-Ellsberg cover-up Pentagon Papers, 5) Nader’s Onassis bribe, 6) Collapse of both Mafia Political Parties, 7) Admission of China into the U.N., 8) exposure of assassinations, 9) Onassis-FDR-Joseph P. Kennedy War II, 10) Onassis-FDR Joseph P. Kennedy heroin into Boston — with booze — in 1932, 11)The dissolution of the Cancer Vatican and the cancer fringes who cover up the murder of Christ, 12) Tisserant’s exposure of the perversion of the Three Secrets of Fatima — especially Fatima #3 — blow-off of the other half — underway now around the world — and typified by Onassis (Kennedy)-Montini (Spellman) and the “Holy Crusade” of Vietnam, and 13) other fringes of murder, genocide, treason, necrophilia, and crimes against Christ, God, and humanity summarized briefly herein.
The Teddy McGovern-Kimelman Mafia scheme — after Chappaquiddick — to carry on for Pond murderer Chappaquiddick Kennedy — is now a bust. Teddy McGovern now knows this. The only way for him to be elected is to expose these papers. He is just rotten enough to do this. He is, as I have stated, one fraction of a degree rottener than the rottenest of the rotten — Dickie Nixon — and therefore, he will be elected. So computers say. (Actually, it makes no difference. Other arrangements have been made.)
The start of all this was the Alioto cover-up of the Alioto hit-run on my car, Sept. 16, 1968, 10:45 p.m., corner of Lombard and Franklin — two months before the 1968 election. Nixon and Mitchell were the first two attorneys notified. That elected them. Alioto (and Kennedy and Onassis, who married Jackie one month later) knew from the moment of impact.
There is motive. You understand? If not, you add up all the murders, the assassinations, the fringe murders to them — from JFK and its fringes to Newsom’s nieces, Ronnie Brussell, Teddy’s Mary Jo, Joan Tunney’s hubby. Murder is a minor Mafia matter.
So who murdered my father? At the top — Richard M. Nixon, Montini, Onassis — those who are threatened by exposure — on the way out (a quote: “Like Mafia Capos sending out kill contracts from an impersonal distant swivel chair.” And another: “Presidents fear one thing: an historian who writes with knowledge of events, and who can affect the history of the events he writes about. This man has the power to change the inscriptions on tombstones.” And commit to those tombstones)
At the bottom — you — a necrophiliac nation. Your murder commenced on that day — Sept. 16, 1968. A thing called Fatima #3 — with other complications.

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“Who squeezed the trigger?” as they say of JFK at Dallas.
That’s a question. And an answer. In the middle, the “trigger squeezers” of my father’s murder were those who were at Dallas, the same who were hired by the CIA and Maheu to assassinate Castro in 1961 (five methods, they tried, including that heart failure rat poison later used on my father — and J. Edgar Hoover), who reappeared at Dallas as timers for the synchronized cross fire and rear guards for the cover-up, undoubtedly assisted in the same manner on Martin Luther King and Bobby — and appeared to me (and other friends) in a clump, in the months preceding my father’s murder, at Al Strom’s Drift Inn — Bush and Taylor Streets — two blocks down the hill from the Onassis-McCone-Eckersley-Merryman mansion — a place where Noel Gayler, National Security Council, Kitty Lowry, aunt to Howard Hughes, and assorted “UPI” CIA, Pentagon “vacationers,” and Genovese-Alioto-Lanza Mafia appeared for chats. Jo Fulton, niece to Senator Proxmire and cousin to Senator Nelson, related also to Dickie’s economic advisor, Paul McCracken — witnessed part of this. Other friends witnessed the rest.
Five of this group were arrested while bugging the National Democratic Headquarters at the Watergate in Washington. They were there to discover — for Dickie — if Teddy was Going to use his blackmail — re. “Hughes,” Onassis, and the murders of J. Edgar Hoover — and my father — to defeat Dickie — since that is the only way it can be done. Their fear is that Teddy will “Quit and tell all” — as the threatened to do on Aug. 5, 1969 (which set up the triple crossfires to protect him — 1) Deal with Teddy McGovern, Kimelman Mafia — “Front for Teddy,” 2) Deal with Dickie, Johnson — “Hang together or hang separately,” 3) Deal with McNamara, Ellsberg — “Release the Pentagon Papers as cover-up for “Holy Crusade,” Fatima #3, and assassinations, and Mafia takeover). For, if Teddy did this (there is now no death penalty), or released some of it — it would elect Teddy McGovern — and Teddy Kennedy has a blood pact with Teddy McGovern, and his father — Onassis, and his father — Montini — and Teddy Kennedy would still be protected. Tit in wringer — give a little, to save the whole.
By dozens of crime experts, a quote: “In murder, there are no coincidences.” Bearing that in mind — recall the start of my father’s three and a half year torture murder. On the day after the hit-run it started with Alioto’s (Marie Hill, from Onassis) Retail Credit Mafia, James McCracken, harassing my mother and father — in this home — about me, while Alioto’s godfather, Lanza, from Apalachin, was ordering me off the street at the site of the hit-run. Five more hit-runs — strange voices on my father’s phone. Greenagel, Carlson, Bill Best, Mack, reading papers in the kitchen. Mafia deceit — to him — by his insurance friend (my car) — the insurance companies (nobody paid me anything) — the court bits — his old Republican friends running from him — money tension — Chappaquiddick — “Nader promised to come and see me. Where is he? Where are the others?” — “I want to get Teddy on a witness stand.” — Family arguments. Nerves frayed by worry — “When are Yablonski shotguns gonna burst in on us?” “Where are the Republicans and Nixon? We have contributed for years, and campaigned for them.” There is much more — but without any

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relief, already weak, he withered. That appeared on the death certificate as “Stress.” Mafia Dickie CIA Murderous Stress. But he was tough — and so, just before Dickie’s Peking trip, when the Watergate Five was here, sometimes at the Drift Inn, looking at me — he suddenly belched blood and hydrochloric acid. That appeared on the death certificate as “Bleeding Ulcer.” (Dickie’s 1968 GOP Platform: “We will fight Russia and China — and all communism. We will never allow China in the U.N.” In the hospital, February, 1972, my father watched Dickie’s landing in Peking, and said to me: “You did that. There is Dickie crawling to Communist China — begging. And China is already in the U.N.”)
“Miracle,” said Doctor Kawala, also Betty Waterhouse’s doctor — “he can go home tomorrow.” That night my father told me (and my mother), “The guy in the next bed to me told me that something is going to happen to you tonight, between 9:30 a.m. and 9:30 p.m., so be careful.” Later that night, at the Drift Inn, Jim Lindberg asked me, “Do you know what’s going on tonight?” And I said, “Yes, between 9:30 p.m. and 9:30 a.m.” and he nodded and left. (A month before — some place — about the time the Watergate Five was there, he sat down and announced to me “We’re all CIA. We murder when necessary.”) Expecting something to happen to me between 9:30 p.m. and 9:30 p.m., I stopped to inform Betty Waterhouse of her hanging — but nothing happened to me. But my father’s murder was complete the next morning at 11:40 a.m. A month before my father’s murder, 62-carat sapphire Elizabeth Dale (now up President Patty’s ass) told me, “I might kill you myself. You have no right to deal with the lives of millions.”)
The rat poison Maheu tried on Castro (later used on Hoover and an Alioto trial judge — in mid trial) causes 1) shortness of breath, 2) lethargy, 3) heart failure. Symptoms are not noticed and the drug is untraceable. Isoproterenol is a drug used in hospitals to relieve wheezing arising from spasms in the small tubes of the lung. It was used for my father via face mask because of his emphysema. In his last days in the hospital, he refused to use it — fought it. It stimulates the heart, and overdoses lead to irregular heart rhythms, which are fatal. Aerosol canisters, sold over the counter, contain five times the Isoproterenol used in hospitals and thousands of deaths have been attributed to them. Quotes Johns Hopkins researcher Dr. Stolley: “It is the worst therapeutic disaster on record. There’s nothing else — even Thalidomide — that ranks with it.” (These five-times-normal canisters are not sold in the United States.) At around 9:30 a.m., my father was in a King Ambulance, on the way home — he said, “I need air” — they gave it to him — he arrived home in a coma. Hasty calls to the doctor. Rush back to the hospital — where the murder was complete at 11:40 a.m. That appeared on the death certificate. “Heart Failure.”
Stress, Bleeding Ulcer, Heart Failure. His sickness was emphysema. Which was also slow. Three and a half years of Dickie torture hadn’t killed my father. It took urgent means — at the time of Dickie’s Peking trip. Dickie had much to hide. In Peking. And in the U.S. of Mafia. One more witness gone. And me with lots of grief — and trouble.

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Anyone can walk into a hospital room and do anything. I wandered into several by mistake. Priests — or, at least, humans in priests’ garb — pop in all the time. Certain it was that my father — a very key witness to the most horrible crime in history had no protection — quite unlike any Mafia political candidate. He was murdered in the time period indicated, And I was told about it — one month before the murder — amplified by the presence of the Watergate Five, and the words of 62-carat sapphire Elizabeth Dale — the subsequent murder of Betty Waterhouse’s husband (she ordered an autopsy within five minutes of death) — and all the time knowing that the torture murder had been underway, by Dickie, from an impersonal distant swivel chair, ever since Sept. 16, 1968, the Alioto hit-run on my car that elected Dickie.
Stop! Right here. Think back to that date — Sept. 16, 1968. Forget, if you can, the murder, treason, genocide before then. Think only of the murder, treason, genocide since then — four years now — by all of these — beginning with the new president, Dickie — all of which could have been avoided. Including the murder of my father.
The Dita Beard ITT memo went out — via anonymous letter — on the afternoon of my father’s murder.
My brother arrived — after three and a half years of begging — one hour after the murder, and delivered a Mafia message — “Yes, he was murdered, just as two others were, up my way, and J. Edgar will be. You got what you wanted. Lay off Alioto.” A Mason, formerly married to a member of the Miami Cuban community, now hiding in a Sinatra-C. Arnholdt Smith closet in Portland. There would be no death bed statements. Four hours later, having read these papers — without a flower, or a thought, or a look, or a word to his murdered father — he disappeared, white-faced and running. Months before the murder I offered to pay for his round trip — just to pick up these papers — said he: “No. If I come down there you are in more danger from me that you are from the Mafia. Lay off Alioto.” Me: “How did you know about that? I never told you.” No answer. So I told them the whole story — especially “Hughes” — and that evening (this was in two recorded phone calls from me to Spokane, Washington), “Hughes” disappeared from the Bahamas and turned up in Nicaragua, where Hunt and Barker, who was at the Drift Inn with the Watergate Five, are in business. Two weeks before the murder — on the day the blood and hydrochloric acid came up, I wrote a letter to him, laying out the entire thing and begging him to get here before his father’s death — “Don’t destroy this letter — bring it with you.” No show. A week later, I called. “Did you get my letter?” He: “Yes. I burned it.” “Are you coming down before your father dies?” He: “I don’t know.” That was true. He didn’t know. Timing was perfect. Arrived one hour after the murder. He left, running, four hours later. Like the Kopechnes, no word since — for six months — except for one Mafia note to my mother — about me — “He’s expensive.”

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September and October, last year, 1971- The Neilson-Green bit about “Chappaquiddick Big Dickie, Little Dickie, and Alioto” — a Peking phrase. Nader’s cancellation of a third Political Party and a “Mistake” missile on SlFl The FBI “invasion” to get the Harry Yee $6 billion in heroin out of town. Kissinger’s sudden second trip to Peking — “to check on the agenda” — and zap! Dickie’s 1968 platform is a shambles — China is in the U.N., Heroin Taiwan is out — Mafia Congress votes to destroy the U.N.
Me — regular nightly route — Tiki Bob’s, Drift Inn, Flagship, where effects show up. Quite slow at the Drift Inn. Elizabeth Dale appears, smell of Hughes, CIA, ITT. Apartment nearby — $500 checks cashed at the Drift Inn — signed “Gower.” Occasionally questions, which I answer — assassinations, heroin, Nader, China, gifts of stones, with history, by me to POW wives, embassies, and certain well-known private parties. Around Christmas — to her — full details of “Hughes,” Onassis, Chappaquiddick, CIA. Finally, the 62-carat sapphire — with history. By now, she’s bitter. Late January — “I might kill you myself.” And then they appear. The Watergate Five. I don’t know them. But I do know strangers — and I stare. (In fact, on June 19, 1972, , when Barker’s picture appeared, it looked familiar, but I didn’t connect it. Same with McCord — a lone picture. And Sturgis. But, last month, July, I saw a clear, side by side picture, and then it registered — since verified. They came in single and in doubles — and they were all there at about the same time — one month before my father was murdered.)
McCord and Martinez came in together. I was at an end — they were around the bend — three seats away — McCord, seated, Martinez standing. (Look at their pictures. You will note that all have very distinctive faces — the kind you don’t forget. If you are looking. And I, as you can imagine, was looking at everybody. Said Elizabeth Dale to me: “You are nondescript.” I’ve heard that many times. Like an old cat or an old shoe, nobody remembers.) Sturgis was sitting with Elizabeth Dale when I came in one day and she whispered to him, “There he is” — from around the bend — and I sat in the middle and looked at him and almost spoke, since he looked like Richey — bartender at Canlis — and then Gonzalez came from the rest room and sat two seats from me — on my right — where he was drinking a cup of coffee — which, in a bar, is why I noticed him. Shouted Sturgis to Gonzalez, “Finish your coffee and let’s go.” (Sturgis was wearing the same striped shirt that shows in his arrest picture at Watergate.) Barker came in alone. Twice. Both times I was at the other end of the bar. Both times he stood. Back away from the bar in the center — in full view. Very striking, The front third of his hair is missing — not like a normal bald person — and you automatically look for burn scars and there aren’t any and he combs the rest of his hair flat across the top. That’s all. I had no real reason to remember them — then.
Secure and bold — all of them. But then, my father hadn’t been murdered yet. Nor were the ITT memos released, which chased Dickie and the Mafia Republicans out of San Diego.

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They disappeared. And, about then, Al Strom, Drift Inn Owner, was notified by Coldis, Alcoholic Beverages Board, that his bar license would be suspended soon — a trumped up charge — in abeyance temporarily — and suddenly, Al Strom — to whom I had also revealed details quoted herein — became “too busy,” “don’t understand,” “gotta go home.” Around June 18, 1972, day of the Watergate arrests, a padlock went on the door of the Drift Inn — for 30 days, I think — at about the time those pictures of the Watergate Five were appearing coast to coast, for everyone to see — including me, and those other patrons of the Drift Inn who had seen them in person there.
At about the same time — my father was murdered and Elizabeth Dale disappeared, Feb. 22, 1972.
And then J. Edgar Hoover ate apple pie and was murdered. And the GOP moved from San Diego to Mafia Miami. And the Watergate Five was caught in a desperate bugging attempt of the National Demo headquarters — and the other four on the deal who got away were desperately jabbing Martha in the ass to keep her from telling her story about “dirty things.”
Some time ago — early July — the Supreme Court ruled that they had no authority over the two Mafia Political Parties. Today Federal Courts ruled that no-one can sue the Republican or Democratic Parties.
Today Dickie ordered the courts and the press: “Don’t mention that bugging any more. It will cause incalculable damage to me and the Republican Party.”
“Incalculable Damage.” “If we disclose it we cannot un-disclose it.” These are the reasons Justice prosecutors of Ellsberg gave for releasing him — rather than reveal the single taped phone call — from Gordon to Ellsberg’s attorneys — via Rudenstein — about these papers — Chappaquiddick Onassis, “Hughes,” Heroin, Apalachin, Assassins, Mafia Election Process.
My words to Elizabeth Dale: “The plug has been pulled on all cancer — all of it.” And I told her why and how — partially. And of the things I mentioned — those five were a part. Tackwood: “McCord is in on the cancellation of the election, some way, and the concentration camp thing. He’s a stone killer. He was in Dallas when they got Kennedy. He was talking about killing Nixon — blaming liberals — and let Greeky Agnew walk in.” He was in charge — for Dickie — of “Emergencies, radicals and contingency plans in case of war.” Specialized in “censorship of news media and U.S. Mail.” Contract for Security of the Republican National Convention. Coordinator for Mitchell’s Committee to Reelect The President. With the CIA at the Bay of Pigs. Barker: Lost his citizenship ten years ago. In business with Hunt in Nicaragua. In 1964, handled CIA funds for Nicaraguan guerrillas. Prominent in Republican Party in Miami — related to the Cuban exile community. Handled funds for the CIA at Bay of Pigs. Also at JFK — Dallas. Handles funds — $114,000 known — now — for Dickie — plus unknown amounts for murder of my father and J. Edgar Hoover. Affiliated with Maheu’s Castro assassination crew.

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Was in secret police of Batista — running Onassis-Lansky gambling with McLaney in Cuba until Castro appropriated $8 billion and kicked them all out — including Dictator Batista. Stole plans of Mafia convention hall in Miami. Sturgis: Lost his citizenship in 1960. Regained later for him by Mafia Senator Smathers. Was overseer of Havana gambling for a while after Castro took over — and then Castro kicked the entire Syndicate out — Onassis, Lansky, McLaney, Barker, Sturgis — everybody — and stole their $8 billion — and thus caused the vengeance of the Bay of Pigs and the Maheu assassination crew. Questioned about Dallas — had arsenal and was a member, with David Ferrie and the Miami-Houston-Havana group named by independent researchers as involved with John F. Kennedy’s murder. Key CIA figure in the Bay of Pigs invasion. Martinez: Fought with Castro — then became anti-Castro guerrilla. Worked with exiled Cuban Miami group in military training. Works for Barker’s “real estate” office in Miami and YAF in Miami. Gonzalez: Former Cuban — now Miami — locksmith — can open any lock — on homes, drugstores, Isoproterenol lockers — say, for substitution in pills — or apple pie — of inorganic ingredients. Even door locks on waiting ambulances.
Check back: Onassis Cuban gambling — kicked out. In on Bay of Pigs. In on Maheu’s rat-poison apple pie assassination attempts on Castro. In on Dallas and JFK. Possibly used at the time of my father’s murder — during Dickie’s critical Peking period. And I was coldly notified in advance. “What the hell can you do about if, chump?”
Safe — because the power lines go direct to President Richard Nixon — in the distant swivel chair — the thing that I elected in 1968 — and Mitchell’s Committee to Reelect Nixon. Bremer mentioned a secret $10 million sum. “Hughes” — in a Maheu memo in late 1968 — mentioned a secret $10 million sum. This year Dickie’s Commerce Secretary Stans, announced a secret $10 million dollar sum. ITT Chilean funds, through Mexico, to Stans and then to Barker — in his bank account. Tackwood: “The man over McCord, the stone killer, is Hunt. Nobody’s over Hunt but the top dogs — Nixon and Mitchell.”
Hunt has disappeared. 21 year CIA capo. Director of the Bay of Pigs. Conduit of CIA money. Senior member of the “Special Task Force” during two national emergencies. White House participant of Security Conferences. Hunt is partner of Senator Bennett’s son — Robert Bennett, of Mullen Public Relations firm. Bennett’s group, “The American Dream,” refuses to disclose the source of Nixon’s $10 million secret reelection fund. Robert Mullen is the founder of the CIA YAF — along with Douglas Caddy, now attorney for the Watergate Five. Ex FBI, G. Gordon Liddy: Another Committee attorney — refused to testify — took the Fifth Amendment. All run the Committee to Re-Elect the President — under John Mitchell

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who quit the Attorney General job to take the Committee job — and then, after the murder of my father and J. Edgar Hoover, quit that job in order to crawl up his wife’s ass in fear because Martha said, “I have a story to tell. I know dirty things. I am a political prisoner. What country can I go to?”
You have just read Martha Mitchell’s story. Those Mafia capos murdered my father — from Nixon — for three and a half years — down to a month of rat poison and Isoproterenol — foreign canisters — by Dickie — acting as paid killers — as on Castro and JFK at Dallas, King in Memphis, and Bobby in L.A.
“When the CIA and Rand Corporation (Ellsberg’s firm) can systematically set up a dictatorship in Greece and Saigon, it is folly to think that it hasn’t happened here.” Quote from Krassner.
This group did not murder Mary Jo Kopechne. Teddy did that all on his own — for the same reason. And this group covers it up for the same reason.
Quote from me: If, for the same cover-up reason, they “waste ‘em” at Abram’s Acres; Mai Lai, Vietnam; U.S. of Mafia murder, assassination row — old men, little girls, young men, old girls — here at home — it is folly to doubt that “mistake” missiles are not poised — as on July 11, 1972, at 3:26 p.m. (in Garry’s office), and Oct. 8, 1971 at 1:32 p.m., had Nader arrived in S.F. to form a consumers’ third party (60 million automatic votes — and he led every poll on which his name was listed — by far).
Variety. Five types of death tried on Castro by CIA-FBI Maheu and associates named above — rat poison to peep sights. Crossfire and patsy Oswald at Dallas. Patsy Ray and clearance, cover-up, including the ABA, at Memphis. Mind bending hypnotics and back-ups on patsy Sirhan in L.A. Mind bending on Bremer. Multiples on my last car ( the hit-run special) — carburetor, distributor and engine additives. Multiples on the current one — transmission chemicals and front wheel adjustments. Multiples on my father. Torture — three and a half years, rat poison, Isoproterenol overdose — one shot — on his way home.
Kennedy-Johnson Mafia Attorney General Ramsey Clark — back from Hanoi: “I get mad when I get kicked around and when it comes to murder. I believe in bringing out the truth. I believe in Justice. I really do. Little girls and old people are being murdered in Vietnam. Elect Teddy McGovern and the Kennedys to the presidency and we will end the Vietnam War.” He is unconcerned about the murder of little girls and men in this country, much of which occurred under his direction.

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Kleindienst — Attorney General (from Mafia ITT, San Diego, Arizona, Committee to Reelect Richard Nixon, which murdered my father and dead-fucks on Mary Jo’s grave) — at the Mafia ABA here: “All protesters have the same access to courts as we do. Anyone can go to our courts and get justice. That’s the great magic of America. Nowhere else on earth do the people have the right to protest and the right to do process as they do here.”
Today he suppressed publication of Shirley Chisholm’s congressional bill for the impeachment of Nixon. Today he ordered massive arrests for any disturbance at the Mafia Republican Convention. Today he asks the court to block all investigation of the Watergate Five murderers. (Today, McCloskey moaned, “It is the coronation of King Richard. No-one else can raise a voice. Not even me — or my one delegate.”) Today, Kleindienst: “I graciously have torn up Joan Fonda’s treason indictment.” As with Ellsberg, he knows that Jane Fonda has these papers. (Today ITT-CIA, Double Diem-Kennedy murderer McCone is listed as a simple executive for an L.A. firm — Hendy International Co. — and is in charge of raising $156 million in bonds — from the public — for training new doctors. Like Teddy, in the health field, he is concerned with the health of people.)
Today, back East, Clifford Irving says he has much new evidence about “Hughes” to disclose — but can’t. U.S. Attorney Seymour and Justice prohibit him from saying anything other than what they have agreed upon in their secret deal in Mafia D.A. Hogan’s office. He did squeeze off one irritating statement: “I believed the hoax would work because Hughes would never be able to surface to deny.” (He refers to the surface of the Mediterranean, off Greeky Onassis’ island of Tinos, where Howard Hughes was committed to the deep on April 18, 1971) U.S. Attorney Seymour spoke here — yesterday — for the ABA: “Justice for all.”
Today, Ellsberg — freed from prison, by these pages, taped a TV interview in S.F. — back on his original job for McNamara — expose the cover-up of the war — The Pentagon Papers — and elect Teddy McGovern and all the Teddys President. Said Ellsberg: “The way to end this war is to elect Teddy McGovern.”
Today, Archbishop McGucken — holding hands with Alioto — blessed the ABA in a Red Mass. The ABA bowed dutifully to Montini and Fatima.
Today, Attorney General Ramsey Clark echoed Ellsberg: “The way to end the war is to elect Teddy McGovern.” Ramsey, Attorney General for Johnson, was the cover for the Sept. 16, 1968 Alioto hit-run that started it all — and switched Ramsey from “war murderer” to “war stopper.”
He squatted on the lid of the hit-run that elected Dickie until Mitchell took over, four months later. And then, at Chappaquiddick, he leaped actively to Teddy’s defense. “Anti-War” — like Fatima #3 architect, Ellsberg — Fatima #3 director, Body-Count McNamara — and Fatima #3 Chappaquiddick lid Teddy McGovern.

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As in 1968 — six days before the election — Johnson’s bombing halt — the war (pro-war Dickie — anti-war Teddy) will be used for a rigged election for one of the Mafia named murdering candidates.
The Watergate Five — and the rest of the assassins, all the way up to thousands of distant swivel chairs, are back in the act — total exposure which resulted in the murder of J. Edgar Hoover, and my father — and here it is right back in the gutter of San Francisco, where Alioto’s Genovese squashed Bonnie Brussell.
All this from an Alioto hit-run, Chappaquiddick, “Hughes,” and the Mafia Election Process.
And over it all — Fatima #3 — the churches that hide the greatest crime of all: the cover-up of the murder of Christ.
President Dickie — a devout Quaker. “No killing.” Billy Graham — devout something. “No killing.” Kleindienst is a bishop in his church. “Preserve Murderer Chappaquiddick Teddy Kennedy.” The real Teddy is an anytime bishop in his church. His Mafia Mama, Rosie, is a Papal Princess. Teddy Ramsey Clark is angry at Viet murder (but not Mary Jo’s). He defends Berrigan. Works for Montini. His pappy did too. Jewish Sweig is a Papal Knight and a Shriner. Half Jewish Montini is a Pope. What is Greeky Onassis? Rabbi Golda Meir sleeps with Rabbi Meyer Lansky.
All dead-fuck on Mary Jo’s busted nose grave. In behalf of the owners. U.S. of Mafia “National Interest” of the owners — the handmaidens — two foreigners — Mafia Montini and Mafia Onassis.
The Mexicans have words for it. Defrocking and Mordido. Which rhymes with MMORDIS. Which explains it all. Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit.
Anyone named herein could have corrected this disease — flushed the shit — killed the cancer — at any time in the last four years — the last 47 — the last 194 — the last 1,972. Yesterday. Or tomorrow. But none of these will. There will be a gang bang on Christ next week in Miami by the Republican Mafia half of the Mafia Election Process. The Democratic Mafia dead-fuck on Mary Jo has been amplified into a Universal Fuck of God.
And the 1972 election will be a Mafia horror contest between the Republican Mafia Gang Bang on Christ and the Democratic Mafia Universal Fuck of God. Filmed fallout from Option 3. A necrophiliac nation will go back to Onassis chancres, Montini excrement, smiling slyly like Ma and Pa Kopechne, contributing its 41% to the cancer, and kneeling piously in church. Before a festering, empty cross.
Option 4 is under way.

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It is interesting to note that Al Strom’s Drift Inn — where the Watergate Five, for sure, and others, probably — collected to conduct my father’s timely murder — was padlocked after pictures of the arrest Watergate Five appeared. The reason, of course, was to forestall recognition by habitués — or any discussion thereof. And the frightening of Al Strom, the owner. Murder warnings by Jim Lindberg and Elizabeth Dale, a month before my father’s murder, and the night before his final Isoproterenol dose — did not go unnoticed. Murder warnings — out of the blue — from Elizabeth Dale — who at least had a free 62-carat heart-shaped sapphire. And from Lindberg — out of the blue — “We’re all CIA — we murder when necessary. I like Alioto.” And Lindberg — again — the night before the final blow.
The Watergate arrest was on June 18, 1972. Strom’s Drift Inn was padlocked. Two weeks later — July 5, 1972, my second car was rigged — wheels and transmission — in a Tahoe parking lot (described earlier). It was ruined. No transportation for checking on those pictures — at the Drift Inn (and it was padlocked) — or anywhere else. Elizabeth Dale disappeared — of course — after my father’s murder. Everybody from that group disappeared. Except Jim Lindberg. As at Dallas — back-up cover-up. I had stopped in at Strom’s just after Ellsberg got word of the single phone call wire tap that got him out of prison — July 24, 1972 (Al had just reopened) — on the day the Genovese-Alioto-Lanza cops spread-eagled me on the street. And so — within minutes — there was Jim Lindberg, two seats away, just staring — and then he left. A month later — Aug. 16, 1972 — I stopped in again and discussed the Watergate Five, who had been there, with Al Strom, and Elizabeth Dale’s sudden disappearance and then Al was “busy,” and Jim walked in again — two seats away. Me: “You’re all dressed up and have a fistful of cash. You must work for the CIA.” No answer. Then — to me, Jim: “I’d like to kill every Irishman. No Irishman ever brought anything but grief to this country — starting with that bitch, Bernadette Devlin.” Me: “But they gave us Teddy Kennedy, and his pappy, Joseph P. Kennedy, and his pappy — and Teddy wants us to go over to Ireland and kill for the Pope — and they gave us Hanrahan and Daley in Chicago, who kill black Irishmen like Hampton and Clark — and they gave us McCord of the Watergate Five, who…” and Jim was gone.
As I say, I don’t want any one, in particular. I want them all. All of the murderous cancer — roots and all.
Ain’t that a pistol? Dickie stuck on Onassis’ chancred thing — with “Hughes” — Teddy McGovern, a Methodist, stuck on Montini’s chancred thing — with Chappaquiddick Teddy and you — a necrophiliac nation — about to disappear — because of that. Ain’t that funny? All four of them — and you — disintegrating via a dead-fuck on Mary Jo.

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[The next two pages appear to be copies of a letter which may have originally been written in pencil, and may have been inserted as pages 24 and 25 accidently. These two pages are not numbered and do not match previous page 23, or following page 26. There are already pages with these numbers which do match. ]

Sept. 23, 1972
On Feb. 16,1972, the Alioto hit-run victim made two lengthy calls to Spokane. Reason — notify relative of the critical condition of his father. Over a telephone that had been tapped ever since the date of the hit-run, 3 1/2 years earlier, the inception of the murder of the father of the man who had elected Dickie to the presidency — by Dickie, now President. Subject matter — the entire thing — “Hughes,” Chappaquiddick, all of it — the reason for the murder. Dickie was just taking off for Peking — on a “world search for peace.” The man being murdered had six days left to live. And the timing was just after the Calif. Supreme Court had suddenly, surprisingly, against all legislative law, and the wishes of 70% of the electorate, lifted the death penalty for any crime — treason, genocide and murder. All criminals were then free to murder, and all innocents became helpless victims. The phone calls were made in the morning — and dealt largely with Onassis-“Hughes” and Montini. That afternoon the entire Onassis-”Hughes” mob moved from the Bahamas to Nicaragua, home of Watergate’s Barker and Hunt, who had been sponsored to his high White House position by rabid Vatican William Buckley, who was the Godfather of Hunt’s three children, and advocated scuttling the U.N. when China — unexpectedly — was voted in.
On Sept. 2, 1972 — two more private assassination investigators were notified of the entire thing. On the 12th of Sept., a long distance call — over the same tapped phone — to one on Onassis’ island of Tinos — on the Tisserant papers and the murder of Pious XI and Montini’s vault to the “summit of the Church” — and the Mafia — Montini and Onassis — which filled the void in mid-Europe after War II and spurned the Golden Triangle heroin bit that later became the joint Montini-Onassis “Holy Crusade” in Vietnam, symbolized by Marseilles’ Guerini — some of the facts of which escaped the Montini-Onassis’ heroin pushing CIA in McCoy’s “Politics Of Heroin In Southeast Asia.” The Watergate+Vatican affair was hot. One criminal suit — adequately bottled by the Mafia Justice Dept. But three private suits, naming nine defendants, including the captured five — Barker, McCord, Martinez, Sturgis and Gonzales — which some Democrats planned to bring to court prior to the Mafia 1972 election. And so — same tapped phone — On Sept. 19, 1972 another long distance call — casually re-mentioning the fact that all of the captured Watergate Five had been in the Drift Inn, S.F., just prior to the murder of the father of the man who elected Dickie — and that Elizabeth Dale, with Sturgis and Gonzales, had pointed out the hit-run victim to this group — and that Elizabeth Dale was the one who had been given President Patty’s 62-carat, heart-shaped sapphire — with the entire history, and that Elizabeth Dale was the ex-wife of Francis T. Dale — who was a co-chairman, with Stans, of the Committee To Re-Elect Nixon — and whose name had been carefully deleted from any mention in this affair — in fact, hardly any mention at all. He, like Mitchell, crawled up his wife’s ass. Elizabeth Dale — constantly around for months prior to the murder of the father of the man who elected Dickie — disappeared — like Dita Beard — on the day when the murder was complete — which was the day the Dita Beard Memo went out. Francis T. Dale was a V.P. for ITT and sat at the side of ITT V.P. McCone, who officiated the CIA at the time of the double Diem-Kennedy murders.

That call was on Sept. 19, 1972. On the following morning the Democrats hastily dropped their natural civil suit against the Watergate Five — who were actually captured red-handed — the five named in that phone call. Left in that civil suit were Liddy, and Hunt — who were also positively present at the break-in — and Stans and Sloan, who manipulated the Mafia Presidential cash (elaborated upon in great detail by J. Edgar Hoover in his book, “The Texas Mafia” — suppressed, of course, since his murder). And so, that afternoon, Sept. 20, 1972, another long distance call — and this time voices rang as if they were in an echo chamber. “Teddy is worried. He doesn’t wish to push the issue any further. They dropped the cinch suit against the ‘captured five,’ mentioned yesterday. So now I’ll tell you about my one-way conversation with Liddy, about ‘Hughes’ and Chappaquiddick.” He frowned and smiled and then smiled some more. That was also at the Drift Inn. Same time as the others. And Hunt was there, with three others. “And while I’m at it I may as well tell you about the “missing” money channels — which parallel the Henry Yea heroin routes — Singapore, Hong Kong, S.F. and Chicago — and why they call Dickie the biggest dope pusher in the world — and why he takes the rap for Onassis and Montini” That was on the afternoon of Sept. 20, 1972. That evening a message was delivered — loudly — at the Drift Inn, that Francis T. Dale — Elizabeth’s ex — was about to be arrested for the Watergate affair. And on the next day, Sept. 21, 1972, an unusual 5 1/2 hour conference was held in Washington. All of the Mafia attorneys for both Mafia parties — and the Mafia judge — who was originally selected from that group of Mafia attorneys, and appointed to the Federal Bench by one of those Mafia parties — met in secret and announced a surprising agreement. Quoth Mafia judge Ritchie: “We will drop all civil suits of any nature against anyone involved in Watergate and allow only the criminal trial,” conducted by the Mafia Justice Department, of ITT, Chappaquiddick and “Howard Hughes” fame (plus assassinations, “Holy Crusades” and murder) “to continue. It will be held in total secrecy and it will not be held until after the election.” Quoth Kleindienst: “Well, it will take months just for any legal preparation at all.” Quoth a columnist: “That’s odd. The Mafia Democratic Party convened the Supreme Court — in four hours — to rule a Democratic Convention question and the Supreme Court ruled — in one hour — that they had no authority whatsoever over either Mafia party? Who then doth have any authority? Onassis and Montini?”
“All right,” said a columnist, “why doesn’t Teddy — and his Senate Judiciary Committee — call an immediate hearing? They can do that tomorrow.” From Teddy: “No comment.” Again, the columnist: “Why not a Congressional hearing, from any committee? They have subpoena power and can do it tomorrow.” From Mafia Congressional Committee Chairman: “No comment.”

Part 4

An anonymous letter with an ITT memo forced the Mafia Republican Party to flee from San Diego. The two Mafia Parties will convene this year behind the moats at Miami Beach — Mafia gladiators, fending off the peasants.
Sprague labels the Yablonski family murder “the discount murder.” Boyle, UMW President, who checked with the entire hierarchy first (and that includes Rome, Washington, and Hoffa), set up a Research Murder Fund of many thousands cash. Mafia Union officials kept a piece of the Murder Fund as it filtered down. (This is the

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Nixon-Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel American Dream way of life — life? The stupid trigger squeezers got a measly $5 thousand. Boyle and Hoffa are back running the unions and the pension funds. Murderers Dickie and Teddy vie for the presidency. Montini and the Masons push on for Fatima #3.
(Why else do they squat on Mary Jo’s grave? Why do you?)
This is the Mafia Election Process — the selection of Mafia murderers at the top — Boyle, Onassis, Kennedy, Nixon, Montini.
This is the cause of war — the cause of crime. The U.S. of Mafia. From heroin in Vietnam — to cold blooded murder around the world — for profit.
Twenty years ago this was called Murder Incorporated. Today it is simply The System. “Work within the system” advises Nader. He “advised” Yablonski to fight Boyle — and then Nader ran. Mary Jo was running to White Knight Nader when Mafia Murderer Teddy clobbered her. Nader ran from that. He joined the group via the “Ted, Simon, Ted” Onassis GM bribe — in the murder of my father, and then he ran from that (Nader’s father was fearful when I called him in Winsted, Connecticut to verify the receipt of that “Onassis bribe” letter). Nader — of course — ran from the warning of his own assassination on Oct. 8, 1:32 p.m. — and that fearful run has filtered down through his spineless ranks — Eddie Cox, Fellmeth, Miller, Kay Pachtner (a local California Consumers Confederation official, who operates in an attic furnished by Alioto and the local Labor hoods of the Tony Boyle variety, and refused — in total fear — to view the evidence relative to her own survival. I told her most of this crud of May 4th, this year — since at her elbow, on Nader Assassination Day, sat Miller and La Follette, who knew this whole bit — and didn’t tell her. Her “protector” — currently — is Neil Gendel — assistant Attorney General to Evelle Younger — who covered up the Bobby Kennedy murder and wants to be Governor. He is also a member of Hoover’s ex-FBI Agents club, whose prize member is Robert A. Maheu — the assassin of JFK, Bobby, and Martin Luther King). Pachtner and Gendel were scheduled to join me — and my mother — a witness, still alive — and avoided all this time by Nader and Nixon — lastnight at 6:p.m. They didn’t show. That was expected. It is typical of the brave, free American Chappaquiddick breed. There is a stench of fear.
Senator Scott — returned from China — on TV: “We are the Apostles of truth. You can look me in the eye and see that.” I did, back in October, 1968, when he and Senator Griffin — the “Republican Truth Squad” —

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were checking the Alioto hit-run affair in San Francisco — and the Humphrey run from the Mafia scandal (which now has Carson and “Look” magazine hooked on treason and murder counts) — which elected Chappaquiddick Dickie to the presidency — and caused Johnson — in desperation — to declare the “bombing halt understanding” — six days before the election — a myth, created by “Coonskin-On-The-Wall” Johnson, which has become Nixon’s basis to declare aggressive international violation — by Hanoi — across a DMZ line, carved out by Johnson and then labeled — by Johnson — an international boundary.
“International Outlaws” — Nixon labels these people. (They did not bomb his lunch with the Mafia Bunch at Treachery Connally’s ranch in Texas. They did not set up an “Americanization” of Mafia Alioto’s San Francisco. They did not pothole California with bomb craters. When “pavement contractor” Chiang-Thieu-Ronald Reagan — in whose office these matters were discussed in October, 1968) looks up, those are not Chinese, Russian or North Vietnamese planes flying over — and the California border does not bristle with Russian, Chinese or North Vietnamese missile silos and air bases protecting opium fields in Mexico. Those ships in S.F. Harbor are not endangered by mine fields — and they are unloading CIA-Thieu-Chiang Golden Triangle Opium — via American President Lines — and Teamster trucks — to Taiwanese Harry Yee — for processing into heroin in Onassis-Kennedy-Nixon-Reagan-Alioto’s San Francisco (Last load: $6 billion, tax free. Better than Oil, says Connally, who supervises all narcotics, as Secretary of the Treachery. $50 billion worldwide, tax free. Not too far below the 41% siphon of the GNP by the GOP, ITT, ATT, GM — or the Vatican-Onassis Mafia take around the world in “legalized” government-Mafia International swindles.).
News item: Teddy: “The Political life of Thieu is not worth the deaths of hundreds of thousands.” (Shyly, and sweating, he said this). “The Thieu regime will wash away in the stench of its own corruption.” (More sweat). “I fear that Nixon will whitewash Kleindienst and the ITT affair.” (Someone in the front row said “Chappaquiddick” and that night Joanie washed out his shorts — shitty presidential shorts can’t go to the laundry.).
News: “The U.S. has no options to end the Viet War.” U.S. Rear Admiral La Rocque. “Why does the U.S. want such a heavy build-up around the world? They lie. We’re already double the Russian strength.”

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Let’s see: Johnson and Onassis had their first heart attacks on April 7th. J. Mafia Hoover had his on May 5th, or thereabouts. So, since the Mafia places top priority on those FBI files — one of the most loyal Republican Mafia is appointed to the now-vacant job. As with Secretary of the Treachery (in charge of $50 billion a year in narcotics from Thailand and Laos on CIA Air America planes to Taiwan from 10 million Meo Kuomintang opium farmers in Taiwan and Laos — evicted from China with Chiang — none of whom have been captured, killed or disturbed during this entire war — and receive their loot from the CIA ), the new man has no experience in anything — except loyalty to the Republican Mafia and a professed hatred of newsmen who report any truth, such as the Pentagon Papers.
What difference does it make anyhow? Clark said Hoover had a crusade going — for aggrandizing his own position. Said Clark: “Hoover was using Communism — hate it — for personal motives. He never did push the Mafia.” Congressman Hogan — ex-FBI: “We never did have the tools to work with.” Turner: “To get information we had to run suicide taps — if we were caught we were dead. Hoover was sensitive about Martin Luther King.” (The FBI is in charge of electioneering crime — and this is what King was raising hell about — and got murdered for). “He saw southern bureaucrats as fine. There were too many ties between Hoover and the Southern Mafia.” [Unreadable ] Britton — S.F. Agent: “Any remark in a S.F. bar gets back to Hoover.” “No agent will talk about anything.” (check Assassin Maheu). Mafia Congressman Rooney got Hoover his loot — no one policed the highest policeman. Clark says Hoover let out raw files — a la Alioto. Rooney says Justice let them out — not Hoover.
Who watches the watchers? No one watched Hoover. He assured his own place in history — during the 47 years he nurtured the Kennedy-Onassis cancer which has grown to what we see today. He was a 33rd Degree Mason — as is Sweig — and a Shriner — and squatted on Mary Jo’s grave, and is now being dangled on an eternity Yo-Yo by my father, who knew that Hoover was murdering him.
Said Bobby: “Hoover stinks. He doesn’t work for the U.S. — he runs a private investigating firm.” JFK, with Bobby as a front — jumped on Hoffa and Bobby indicted Onassis-Opium-Wally Bird in Thailand, and JFK decided to dump Diem (who just might have settled with Ho Chi Mihn) — so both Diem and Kennedy were dumped by Onassis — consent of CIA, FBI, et al, and when Bobby and Martin Luther King popped up spouting reform of the Mafia Election Process — they too were dumped — by Onassis and all the et als.
Alioto committed breach of Omerta — Sept. 16, 1968 — a hit-run — and the rest followed — Hughes, Mary Jo, Yablonski, Joan Tunney’s Hubby,

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Newsom’s nieces, Eugenie Niarchos, more singles and of course the regular batch of war dead, heroin dead — and my father.
(More important than losing in Vietnam to these bastards is the lid on the FBI. Dickie slammed that shut — with a new man. But the hinges on that door were stolen a long time ago.)
New Bribes — 1968 — To Humphrey —
Mafia Jake The Barber Factor — $300,000
Mafia Onassis-Maheu-Hughes — $150,000
Mafia Tony Boyle — $100,000
He was beaten by a hit-run accident — despite Johnson’s “Understanding” bombhalt.
New Bribes — 1968 — To Nixon —
Mafia Onassis-Maheu-Hughes — $150,000
Mafia Insurance — $500,000
Mafia ITT, Smith, Schulman, Alessio $1,000,000
(He was elected by a hit-run — and murdered Mary Jo and my father. The “understanding” — he now uses to murder the world — via Fatima #3.)
1972. Same Bribes. New Murder:
Anthony Lewis — New York Times: “Nixon could have stopped all this murder three years ago.” “He Now will use nuclear weapons — in total contempt for the concept of law.” “It is the duty of those who know this country is on a path of self-destruction, to try to stop it.”
John Ward — President of Amherst University: “To whom would I write a letter of dissent? Kissinger states that nuclear confrontation is preferable to defeat in Vietnam. Words will not now change the minds of men in power who make those decisions. Instead I will join passive [Unreadable ] resistance at Westover Air Force Base.” (He did and he was arrested).
Shapiro — N.Y. Ethical Culture Society: “Nixon’s action is irrational to the point of being bizarre.” (unless you check things mentioned in here — his election, Alioto, Mary Jo, “Hughes,” heroin, any Mafia election, Boyle, Hoffa, Onassis, any Kennedy, any Maf, all Maf, Fatima #3). “Nixon’s action’s actions jeopardize the very existence of this nation and it’s people.”
Newsmen freely today discuss it — ”Saigon and Thieu means heroin. Chiang and the CIA and the Meo growers from Burma through Thailand, Laos and all the way to Hunan ship it openly to San Francisco. American air bases and missiles in Thailand

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protect it.”
Those “peace talks” have been bitterly contested by the American-Vatican Mafia because the Vatican Mafia role in the proposed new Viet coalition government would be reduced to its 10% make-up of the population — rather than ruling the 90% — as it now does — and as Heroin Chiang does in Taiwan — and Heroin Onassis does in Greece — and as the 10% joint handmaidens — Vatican and Mafia — now do in the United States.
This is the domino theory Dickie fears. “Hang together or hang separately.” It started with the Taiwan U.N. ouster. Vietnam is coming up. Onassis’ Greece. We might eventually get Lansky away from Israel — and hang him. Maybe even the United States of Mafia will be set free — and the original Constitution restored.
(Hearst still plugs for Teddy. A front page photo of Joan — ethereal picture — delicate lights — Madonna image. Good Housekeeping, 1972. And yet — above the holy smile someone wrote a caption “I ate Mary Jo’s liver” and sent it around the world. Sub-caption: “Mafia Mama Rosie attributes her long life and courage to this type of diet. The Meo opium growers kill their enemies and eat the still warm liver. The CIA pays for this and the Meo produce good heroin and our family hero — Onassis — lets our advisor, Tommy The Cork Corcoran, funnel this money into the Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel — tax free — in order to purchase our family security — from Nixon — so that Teddy can be president this fall.”)
Reagan: “In order to avoid any confrontation with the American public during our convention behind the moats of Miami — we should have each of our state Mafia Republicans meet in their own state Mafia halls and vote for our Mafia candidate — Nixon — by a nationwide TV hookup. That way we’d get Nixon nominated and can thumb our noses at the American public.”
Winterberger — “Washington Payoff”: “The difference between Republicans and Democrats is the difference between cancer and tuberculosis. The treason listed in my book was given to the Attorney General, U.S. Attorneys, and four Grand Juries. They

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buried it all. The very top level of government. What hope is there?”
Agnew (on his way to take loot to Thieu): “Press and media are responsible to no one but the corporate Mafia owners. Public officials are responsible to the peeeepul.” (Do you think he will bring heroin back in his diplomatic pouch — for his good friends Onassis and Pappas — coffee money for he and the mammoth group that squats of the graves of Mary Jo and my father? Or will he bring back fresh killed liver for lunch for the necro bunch?)
News: “Canada closes doors on foreign ownership in Canada. Canadians alarmed at Hughes’ nursemaid group swindle of the Canadian Stock Exchange.” (Eckersley and the capos made the move just after Hughes’ death on April 16, 1971. Onassis hates it, but the lads are nipping at him — Maheu wants $50 million, John Meier thought he’d squeak out at $17 million in the mining claims in order to purchase a Senate seat from New Mexico, Lansky skipped with a batch of skim and juicy blackmail for Golda Meir for Phantoms — and Dickie’s trying to get it all back for his boss through the United States of Mafia Internal Revenue Service.)
Berrigan: “GM and the Terence Cooke (next Pope) N.Y. Archdiocese are alike — except that GM, sometimes, calls their models back to improve them.” “I am a priest and I say that there would be no war if there were no so-called ‘Christians;’ such as Hoover, to conduct a ‘Holy Crusade’.” “In our elections we have a problem of total spiritual bankruptcy. It is not a matter of which candidate.” “Churches in the U.S. are second to only the Federal Government in moneys received and distributed yearly — $22 billion. They have the clout to change things. Why don’t they?”
Rev. Moody — N.Y. Judson Church, re: Terence Cooke: “Any church that claims exclusive use of God’s approval, and a ‘special pipeline’ to His absolute truth in matters of morals had better exercise that power with the most profound humility, even when dealing with its own believers.”
Alioto — on trial again — made a deal with the judge in Tacoma. Time off from the trial to come back to S.F. to perform duties as mayor.

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Newark Mafia Mayor Pope Addonizio did the same gig — just before he was convicted. He’s still out. Mary Jo helped elect Jersey City Mafia Mayor Whelan — just before his prison sentence. He’ll be out soon and collect that $2 million in the Miami National Bank. Mary Jo is dead. Whelan was her final straw. She stated — in horror — at Chappaquiddick — that she finally realized that she was working for the Mafia. Stern just racked up the Atlantic City Mayor and all his staff. They’ll get off.
The Pope issued another proclamation on the Mafia election process in his church. When the papers are read — everything is the same. The candidate selection is by the Pope — a “papal secret” — as secret as confessions — a locked-in hierarchy just as murderer Boyle is locked in with labor and the two Mafia parties are locked in as a front for the rest of the cancer — which siphons the 41% of the GNP.
Today, the loot is secondary. Power is more important. Defense mechanism. To prevent the bursting of the bubble — in their view, Fatima #3 is necessary. And that would burst the bubble.
“When you see the white flash…firmly between legs…kiss Mafia ass good-bye.”
Eat lots of warm liver. Mafia Mama Rosie’s secret of courage and long life.
Today, Wallace got a gut message. Dickie sent the National Guard to protect liver eating Teddy. Said Teddy: “I am saddened by the scar on our method of selecting candidates.” Said Dickie: “Too much violence is being intruded into our method of selecting candidates.” (Gut messages get the truth.)
The common cause — The Mafia Election Process — “our method of selecting candidates.”
Followed by all Mafia cancer — Pope, U.S. of Mafia, Vietnam, Taiwan, Greece — the dominoes — handmaidens of history — Onassis and Jackie — necrophiliacs on Mary Jo — guzzling warm liver — walk in the sun with Kissinger — to Fatima #3.

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“Onassis owns the U.S. of Mafia, Greece, Vietnam, Taiwan, Swiss — Montini, Dickie, Humphrey, Teddy, Thieu, Chiang, CIA, FBI. Pentagon, Party, Legal, Corporate Mafia. He ate the livers of JFK, Mary Jo, Bobby, King, “Hughes,” Yablonski, Joan Tunney’s hubby, Newsom’s nieces, Roberts’ father. He wants the livers of Wallace and McGovern. One of his will be president.”
“10 million opium growers pass heroin from Burma, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, to Chiang’s Taiwan — and on to Harry Yee — San Francisco. CIA Air America flies it and Thieu clears the flights. Nixon’s missile silos and airbases in Thailand protect it. The Spellman-JFK “Holy Crusade” covers it. 80% of the world’s supply. $50 billion a year — tax free — to Onassis. 12 years in Vietnam — $600 billion — heroin. 12 years in Vietnam — 200 billion — bombs. 50 thousand American dead. $60 million per American death. Much better than oil — and considerate — no charge for ‘body-count’ Chinese corpses.”
“The head of our family — Onassis — has courage and long life. Ditto our Mama Rosie — Papal Princess. CIA Meo opium growers have courage and long life. Not one died during this long war. They have courage and long life because they kill their enemies — and eat their livers. Onassis and Rosie have been eating livers since 1932 — when Onassis and Joseph P. Kennedy first brought heroin and booze into Boston with the blessing of Roosevelt and Churchill. This is why ‘We ate Mary Jo’s Liver,’ (Teddy and me and the U.S.of Mafia). Mary Jo’s intestines were chopped into hors d’ouevres — wafers for brave, free Americans who support us and will vote me queen. Courtesy of Ma and Pa Kopechne, who clutch Cushing’s crosses saying, ‘We don’t care if it was murder. We are satisfied.’ On to Fatima #3 — blow off of the other half — heathens who eat the liver of their victims. Convert them to our way — or kill them.”
“Hearst (Kennedy blood pact — 1934) provided images of Rosie, Jackie and me (Madonna style — look). Hearst printed the Cafarkis’-Onassis story in order to establish JFK’s angry phone call to Jackie (“Get off Onassis’ yacht…”) on the planned double Diem-Kennedy murder day — November 1, 1963 — as a “polite letter.” Onassis ate the livers of Hampton and Clark — in Chicago — after Chappaquiddick — because they knew of the aborted JFK Chicago murder. I love Hearst. Cafarkis-Onassis’ former bus boy — is now a millionaire — hotels on the Riviera. I love Cafarkis. And liver.”
And I go to a psychiatrist. Mary Jo heard the angry Tunney-Teddy phone calls at the cottage that night — and was running to Nader — with the entire bit — the Onassis-Maheu assassination of JFK, Bobby, and King (FBI Maheu now wants $50 million for this — from Onassis, our family leader) — the 1957 Appalachin Onassis Mafia takeover of the election process — 1957 hyping of Howard Hughes by Onassis — 1957 set up of the “Hughes” Medical Research Foundation — tax free — Mafia Money Funnel — to and from Onassis’ Swiss Banks — to purchase things, such as Greece and V.P. Nixon, who originally set it up — in 1957 — via the Onassis bribe — and said to Dietrich, “Treason? Fuck America. My family comes first,” (1957 was a vintage year)
— and the Alioto hit-run cover-up, Sept. 16, 1968, on Roberts, who also became angry and made Alioto’s Humphrey cry — by electing Nixon President. That hit-run cover-up caused Chappaquiddick and the death of Howard Hughes in his cage on Onassis’ Greek island of Tinos on April 16, 1971. Teddy backhanded Mary Jo in the back seat as she clutched his arm at the bridge — in total terror. Teddy bailed out on the bridge. Mary Jo suffocated — 2 hrs. and 13 minutes — because of a busted snorkel — while Teddy phoned Onassis. Dickie murdered Roberts’ father on Feb. 22, 1972 — and proceeds now to Fatima #3- to cover up all of these murders — and more — back to that of Christ.”

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I wrote this from my psychiatrist’s couch. Regardless of what Hearst prints — here we let it all hang out. These are notes to my psychiatrist who is out of the room at the moment. Onassis tells me I can eat Hearst’s liver when all this blows over — and my psychiatrist’s. “No witnesses,” says he. Onassis says my college roommate, Joan Tunney, gets out of her English nut house soon and that she enjoyed eating her husband’s liver after she chopped his head off. Onassis says she gets to eat the livers of everybody at the nut house. “No witnesses,” again, incase they heard her speak of John Tunney’s first Chappaquiddick phone call from her home outside San Francisco (In S.F., Alioto made Police Chief Cahill a security guard at the phone company to sit on those phone call records. Back east, Publisher Loeb got Hoffa out of the clink by promising Nixon to burn his card copies of all the Chappaquiddick calls). During the middle of his Mafia trial, Alioto shocked the jury by eating barbecued girl liver — Newsom’s nieces, Pelosi’s daughters — plus a roasted older Japanese liver, the nurse (After Chappaquiddick — Newsom, who knew why [the Alioto hit-run] — was recalled to Switzerland by Onassis — and Newsom was getting ready to squawk). I imagine the six year old girl’s liver was the tenderest — but my brother-in-law, JFK, and Cardinal Spellman and Diem and his brother, Cardinal Thuc, and another brother Nhu, and his wife, Madame Nhu, all say they enjoyed older Buddhist barbecued livers in Saigon in 1963. Madame Nhu still runs heroin out of Vietnam — courtesy of the Pentagon — for Onassis. Cardinal Thuc is still doing his thing for Montini somewhere. Onassis, of course, ate the livers of JFK, Diem and Nhu. Captain Nung did it for Onassis on Diem and Nhu at a Cholon railroad crossing. Nung is now big with Thieu, and Thieu is big with Montini, Onassis and Dickie — and that’s as big as you can get. Where can you go after the top of the Vatican and the top of the Mafia? Working together? Well, where? The man on the cross? — 2000 years ago the Romans pinned him on a cross — speared him in the liver, and pulled it out and ate that. Tacitus sneaked records of the action out of Rome in 64 A.D. and Nero burned the town. They burned this 11th Commandment: “Murderers on the cross, not me” — retained his skinny body as a symbol of submission — and today you can get a symbolic bite of Christ’s liver in any church. Even without seeing documents of proof — ask yourself a question — “If this is not true, why do they cover up the murder of Christ and the murder of Mary Jo?” Said Cardinal Cushing of the Onassis-Jackie merger, “Welcome, Onassis, and bring your checkbook.” Said Montini and Cushing of Teddy — after Chappaquiddick — “He is a Prince of the Church — if he leaves politics, we will furnish sanctuary, and he will become a leader of our church.” Montini made the same offer to Alioto — Cardinal, I believe. Onassis was gonna give some of JFK’s liver to his Turk blackmail friend, Mustapha, when he walked down the gangplank in Turkey with JFK’s wife, Jackie, my sister in law, on his arm — just after JFK’s call to Jackie (“Get off that yacht if you have to swim.”) — but frightened Jack John canceled his Chicago Stadium speech that day — Nov. 1, 1963 — and Onassis didn’t get JFK’s liver until three weeks later at Dallas, via Maheu (who was still smarting from his earlier failure to assassinate Castro for the CIA Onassis branch) — and he was so hungry he ate the whole thing. (Mustapha had a diary on Onassis — back to the 20’s when Onassis ran Turkish opium into Argentina and later when he ran Marseilles heroin into Montreal and cocaine into New Orleans with

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French brandy and later still when Onassis brought his heroin and cocaine in direct to Boston with Joseph P. Kennedy’s booze — under the sponsorship of President Roosevelt and Churchill, who, with the Pope, ruled the “civilized world — an act which moved both Kennedy and Onassis into the blackmailed oval offices of the White House and No. 10 Downing Street. That was 1932. Joseph P., my father in law, then took what he wanted. The SEC, for instance. Anything. Onassis ran the dope and whatever else he wanted — protected by the President and the President’s boy, J. Mafia Hoover (whose ex FBI Agents Club today runs most business and all of the “Hughes”-Onassis gambling). Roosevelt’s sons loot around the world — Teamsters’ Pension Funds, IOS, whatever is ripe. A legacy. Joseph P. Kennedy and Onassis helped Roosevelt rig World War II — heavy blackmail on Churchill — and got Churchill to place a 25 year seal on documents. They made a pot — oil and things for Onassis (he delivered to Russia, The Axis, and the Allies, and never lost a ship or a sailor. A good “deal.”) Presidential dynasty guaranteed for Joseph P. Kennedy’s family (for instance, I shall be the next queen of America — after Onassis eats the livers of Wallace and McGovern) — sealed in 1940, by Joseph P. backing Roosevelt’s sick third term after his previous years of successfully prodding the war as Ambassador to England. Onassis slapped our current Supreme Court Chief Justice, Burger, around for a batch of free ships after the war and that’s when the fun really began (Fatima #1 — World War II — had been successfully rigged. Fatima #2 — conversion of Communism to the Vatican — The Cold War — was under way. The handmaidens of history were marching on to Fatima #3 — the Deputy of Christ and Auschwitz and the Greek in the command of the blow-off of the other half. All a matter of cover-up — each layer adding more murder, treason, bribery — constitutionally, hanging offenses — to be covered up.). In 1954, JFK met two people. Papa Joseph introduce him to his partner, Onassis, as the future president. And Cardinal Spellman introduced him to Diem (Diem came from our Jesuit Seminary in Maryknoll, Maryland. The Vatican sent him to Vietnam to restore Vatican ownership after the French blew it at Dien-Bien-Phu. In 1954 Spellman brought him back from Vietnam to meet JFK and arrange the future “Holy Crusade” in Vietnam — from the Papal standpoint). Vintage year — 1957 arrived. Apalachin (Mafia takeover of election process. Nixon-”Hughes”-Onassis bribe to set up the “Hughes” Medical Research Mafia Money Funnel Foundation. Onassis hyping of Hughes and the body switch. Phony name marriage license. Tonapah, Elizabeth Jean Peters and “Howard Hughes” — the battered, hyped body of the real Hughes to a cage on Tinos. 1958 — test Mafia election process run — successful — heavy Demo Mafia congressional win. 1959 — Onassis hosts slave Churchill and his partner’s son, JFK, with wife Jackie, on his yacht. 1960 — Onassis-”Hughes” half million hedge bribe to candidate Dickie, but Mafia election process and vote rigging — Daley’s Illinois, Johnson-Connally’s Texas — get JFK in. Dickie cried, but Joseph P. Kennedy and Onassis moved into the White House. Johnson, V.P., immediately to Vietnam to force Diem to take American troops and start Spellman’s “Holy Crusade.” Maheu hired by CIA to assassinate Castro (Castro stole $8 billion in Cuban gambling assets from Onassis’ man — McLaney — when he took over Cuba. McLaney set up a Florida training camp where Maheu trained his assassins — part of whom were in Chicago for the JFK aborted murder on Nov. 1, 1963 — and finally got the job done in Dallas, 3 weeks later). Bay of Pigs launched to get it back for Onassis. That failed. Cuba

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offered to remove missiles six days before JFK issued the ultimatum: “Stop or I’ll start Fatima #3 — nuclear blow-off of the other half.” Stalemate. But Cuba was lost to Onassis and the Vatican. Attention switch to Vietnam — pour in troops and “…keep them there until after my election in 1964.” A “Holy Crusade.” Fine with Onassis — but Joseph P. had a stroke and could no longer relay orders to his sons, JFK and Bobby, from his partner Onassis. JFK and Bobby jumped on Hoffa’s group — a branch of Onassis. “I’ll break your back,” said Hoffa. They indicted Wally Bird in Thailand for heroin running (Bird was high in Onassis’ Thai-Laos-Vietnam heroin flow. The indictment was burned after Dallas). Diem barbecued Buddhists and this seemed to be poor public relations for the Pope and JFK. And Diem made noises like settling the squabble with Ho Chi Mihn. JFK decided to dump Diem and continue the Vietnam crusade with a more congenial boy. But Diem was Onassis’ main stem in the heroin bit. Without his partner, Joseph P., Onassis was getting too much static from the sons. They removed Diem from office — and Onassis removed Diem, Nhu, and JFK from their livers. It was a good “deal.” Johnson got a message from Onassis’ Pentagon — on the plane from Dallas (midwest radio station) — “It was no conspiracy. Repeat — no conspiracy. Put a 75 year secrecy on it and whoop up that Vietnam war. Cool it. Cover it up. Burn the Bird indictment. Remember, if your plane has an accident before you get here, Speaker of the House McCormack will be president and our boys — Voloshen and Sweig — own him.” “Yes, Mr. Onassis,” answered LBJ. Mafia code: “If they welsh, kill ‘em, and take broad and shotgun.” Onassis did — Jackie and the Pentagon (Today — at Missile launches to the moon — a full bird Pentagon General flies John Meyer over the site for a better view. John Meyer, as with FBI Maheu, was Hughes’ “right hand man.” Onassis took him over when he took over Hughes. As his “right hand man.” 1968 was a vintage year. April — King’s liver (he spoke of the key: reform of the Mafia election process). June — Bobby’s liver (he would have been elected president — and nobody hated Onassis more than he — as Mary Jo discovered when she went through Bobby’s personal effects in L.A. and discovered horrible things about Kennedys and Onassis and all Mafia politics — and said to a friend, “I will never work for Kennedys again. This isn’t Camelot — it’s all murder.” Teddy surrendered, body and soul, to Onassis on his yacht in August — and offered his brother’s wife, Jackie, to the new head of the Kennedy family. Then Onassis purchased both 1968 candidates — through assassin Maheu, who carried Las Vegas skim loot to Rebozo and Nixon — and Humphrey and O’Brien — roughly a million when you add in amounts from Tony Boyle (who murdered the Yablonski family, with approval of the hierarchy) and Jake “The Barber” Factor and Alioto to Humphrey and batches to Nixon from such groups as ITT (whose director, McCone, was the CIA chief who hired Maheu to assassinate Castro and scrambled things all the way through the Diem, Nhu, JFK murders).
In Vintage year 1957 — “Holy Crusade” Cardinal Spellman married Teddy and Joan. Social event of the decade.
In vintage year 1968 — October 16 — the merger of the century occurred. The two warring Mafia Monster families united. Frankenstein took a suitable bride. Onassis snatched Jackie — widow of JFK.

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at Franklin and Lombard, San Francisco, a car belonging to an Alioto daughter pulled a hit-run on a parked car — Plymouth, BZA-994 — belonging to Roberts (when Alioto was elected mayor of S.F. on 1967, Teddy and Onassis issued a joint statement — “We figure he will be president someday.” For, you see, Lanza was his godfather and Lanza was the Northern California representative at Apalachin in 1957. Upon Lanza’s return to S.F. he debated whether to name Alioto mayor in 1959. He ran a brief public test and decided to bring him on later — which he did, in a Mafia paid blitz in 1967. Once in as mayor, they pushed him fast — one of their own. In June, 1968 he was selected to nominate Humphrey for the Presidency. Humphrey was to select Alioto as his Vice Presidential running mate. But somebody publicly brought to the attention of the Democratic convention — and Humphrey — the FBI Mafia rap sheet on Alioto. Since it was public, Humphrey decided to take Muskie as his V.P. instead. But he did plan his campaign to wind up in S.F. — in the home of the man who nominated him — Alioto — where he could count on an overwhelmingly Democratic, Mafia community welcome that would rouse the populace in a triumphant finale). The Alioto car had just delivered Alioto at the airport. It was returning to Bushati’s Pizza Parlor — Scott and Lombard — owned by Adolpho Veronese, Mia Angela’s (Alioto’s daughter) fiancee. Alioto flew to Chicago that night to accept the Justinian Award as the “Lawyer of the Year,” and shit flew all over And Francisco. Roberts was up all night sorting it out. He finally got his car back from the police garage before they destroyed it and was picking up pieces at the hit-run site when the younger Lanza told him to “get out of the street you’ll get sunstroke. Forget it. Nothing happened. Everything will get settled.” At the same time another Maf — McCracken — was quizzing Roberts’ parents. “Who is he — this son of yours? What does he want?”
I know these things because I know from this end, of course. And then after a while he sent a letter, and documents, and volumes to Teddy and asked Teddy to stand up in the Senate and unravel himself like a Mafia ball of string — with Congressional Immunity — referring to JFK’s “Ask not what your country can do for you — but what you can do for your country” — and he suggested that Teddy get the Pope to do the same thing in the Vatican in behalf of Christ and the entire necrophiliac Vatican-Mafia American nation which squats on Mary Jo’s grave and drools and fucks that broken nosed dead girl with a frenzy greater than ours who eat liver.
Roberts is — why I am on this psychiatrist couch. He elected Nixon, because of that hit-run cover-up — and exposed the Mafia election process, which exposed the entire Vatican-Mafia group — including Nixon. He exposed the Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel — which purchased Nixon. Nixon murdered his father because of this. The hit-run caused Chappaquiddick. He maneuvered Taiwan out of, and China into the U.N. He wants Christ off the cross — and His murder cover-up exposed. And that’s not the worst thing. I don’t understand it all except to know that it is very bad — horrible. At any rate, he hates cancer, Mafia, murder, treason, bribery, and liver eaters, necrophiliacs and shit. He’s arranged for flushing.
(On Oct. 1, 1968 — Kathryn Hollister — a nurse, paid by Alioto — “confessed” to the crime — at a hearing on the hit-run — was fined — had a fit — and was escorted from the court by Alioto’s wife — Angelina, mother of Mia Angela.

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Hollister — a 35 year old woman — wasn’t anywhere near Franklin and Lombard that night. Hollister’s Chrysler, however, bears a license plate UXT-264. Alioto’s daughter’s Cadillac bore a license plate UKT-264, issued to a fictitious name, fictitious address — “Andy Anderson, 6969 Lankershim Blvd., L.A.” — for the convenience of Alioto sons whose licenses had been revoked — after their convictions for a series of Bay Area hit-runs. Fingerprints identify a youthful Alioto clan member as the driver. A male. By the time Alioto returned from Chicago the cover-up had already mushroomed out of proportion. Participants no longer mattered. The filming of the cover-up from then till now — and on into the 1972 election between Chappaquiddick Dickie and Chappaquiddick Teddy is — who knows the word? I don’t. Try deadly. Cancer killing? Fatima #3? In reverse? A new thing?)”

[Editor’s Note: This is all Joanie gave us on that date. However we had a spy hiding behind a Moosehead and he tells us that the psychiatrist came back into the room and Joanie handed him the notes quoted above and the psychiatrist read them and then Joanie said, “My problem is that the constitution says murder and treason and bribery are hanging offenses and yet we do those things daily and fuck dead people and eat liver and we get elected queen. I’ve learned to love liver and Teddy says he can live with it — meaning being president — and — what is that you’re eating doctor? It looks like 2000 year old liver — 1972 years, to be exact, and well aged, and marinated, and tenderized by a spear hole. Doctor! Is that — the real thing? Lover!” and she leaped from the couch, drooling, and they embraced in a frenzy, chewing their way, opposite sides of the most prized of all livers, toward ecstasy. We, as impartial observers, do not feel that we should report the private actions of consenting adults in the privacy of their own offices and so our observer behind the Moosehead withdrew — at that moment. We do know that they did not eat eachother, like Piranha fish, because we saw Joanie later and she gave us a copy of all those letters, documents and volumes that Roberts sent to Teddy. Buy our next edition.]
[Observer behind the Moosehead’s Note: We don’t consider the actions of consenting adults in public to be subject to invasion of privacy — in the case of the necrophiliac fucking of Mary Jo on her Pennsylvania grave. An entire nation is there — drooling and fucking — Presidents and Priests, Senators and Judges — everybody, including Ma and Pa Kopechne. Hearst is out there now. And if I don’t hurry the crowd will be so huge I’ll have to stand at the Pennsylvania border and hump whoever is in front of me. And, with my luck, that would be Onassis.]
[Janitor’s Note: Hearst and Moosehead rushed out of here drooling — on their way to fuck some Pennsylvania grave dirt — and forgot these papers. And I have something to add. I’m 98 years old and sweep up around here and flush shit. My greatest thrill is going to the bathroom. The relief, you

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Holiday birth dated shifted all over the calendar — to accommodate the interests of Onassis Mafia Corporate Economy.
Funny thing about Wallace’s shooter. As with Sirhan — goofed with hypnosis — Bremer couldn’t get a center shot into Wallace — out of six mechanical hypnotic shots — at 4 feet. Neither could Sirhan — at 6 ft. Sirhan scattered eight mechanical shots — hypnotic — and never did hit Bobby. One of the back-ups, Onassis-Maheu’s Gene Caesar, got him with three shots in the back of the head from 1 foot (sub-conscious hypnosis invariably causes inaccurate conscious action). At Dallas, Oswald actually hit his target — from behind — Connally — one out of every two shots. Here again, it was an Onassis-Maheu back-up bullet from the overpass — in front — that went through JFK’s under chin and blew the back of his head into the face of the cop riding behind. Oswald was surprised. He was there — alone — for Connally — and when he heard the two shots from the overpass and the one from the grassy knoll he knew he had been conned. Ruby silenced that (Onassis was eating livers in Smyrna at 14, and peddling opium to the Turks — during the Smyrna massacre. Supreme Court Chief Justice Warren ate the livers — for Onassis — of all those who were murdered over Dallas — such as Hampton and Clark. 15 years of secrecy). Onassis was lucky with his back-ups at Dallas, Memphis and L.A. With Wallace, he goofed. No back-up — and Wallace is still alive. Sirhan and Bremer can’t help. Hypnotics can’t remember (Try one of those Las Vegas casino group Hypnosis floor shows some time. It’s interesting. They quote a joke about a hypnotist who told a group, “Cooperate with me and I’ll hypnotize everyone in the room.” The group did and the hypnotist swung his watch back and forth. But he dropped his watch. “Oh, shit!” he said. And it took two weeks to fumigate the casino). McGovern will probably get a frontal assault — 9000 Maf jamming machine guns in all the holes he has — and making more. Why not? Onassis owns the legal Mafia (On Aug. 14, 1970, he even purchased Nader). All would get off (Maybe he already owns McGovern, who was the first to congratulate Teddy on his escape from the Chappaquiddick inquest. Kennedy Mafia are running McGovern’s campaign. McGovern is begging for Daley help — and Daley helped remove the livers from Hampton and Clark). Only “God” Onassis can decide McGovern’s fate. “God” Montini is in second place, and fading fast.
At the time of the Bay of Pigs — and later Caribbean action (such as Volman and Perlmutter and Supreme Court Justice Douglas — re. gambling and Haiti and the Dominican Republic) — reporters rumbled about maneuvering by a power greater than the CIA and the government itself. Fit it in, folks. It fits.
Re: this, Joyce Maynard, 18 year old Yale Freshman, writes in the N.Y.Times: “Why should I cleanup somebody else’s mess? Who can I blame? I don’t want to be involved — and yet I can’t wait to see how it turns out. I wish it weren’t my life that’s being made into a suspense thriller.”
(What’ll ya bet that she doesn’t flail in frenzy on Mary Jo’s grave during the week and go to church on Sunday to be sure the man on the cross hasn’t escaped and is chasing her with a meat ax — or a missile — or some other thing?)
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the Mafia Senate closed its inquiry into the matter. Onassis-ITT-CIA McCone, and Joyce Maynard — reassured in church — are back on the grave piously fucking Mary Jo, Agnew’s visiting Thieu, and Dickie’s off to try to purchase Russia for Onassis, dragging his Haiphong mines behind him.
Roberts laid it out to Teddy how, in Sept., 1968 — and early October — he notified Nixon and Mitchell and Reagan of the whole mess. Nixon hatchet men — John Mack (Bank of California — Lockheed loans, Alioto money), John Greenagel (Sweig’s Chamber of Commerce), Bill Best (Nixon’s Northern California campaign manager), Dick Carlson (who, with Brisson, Kissinger’s pal, was given FBI files for the “Look — Alioto Mafia Web” bit — phony appeasement to Roberts, to avoid the big bit — the hit-run cover-up by Alioto which blew the whole scene). Attorneys Belli, Davis, Lewis. DA’s Ferndon, Winkler, Goldsmith, Owens. FBI. Most of Alioto’s Mafia cops. “Truth Squad” Senators Griffin and Scott. Bausch’s, O’Brien’s, Kosewic’s, Kish’s, Chang’s. Bribes by Doherty’s, McCracken’s, Lanza’s. Witnesses, affidavits, film. By mid October, it looked like a Nixon landslide. Everybody was smug. And on October 16, 1968, Onassis merged with Jackie. It was preceded by a Jackie confessional to Cardinal Cushing, and an Onassis business contract with Jackie. Cushing emerged from the confessional in shock and said, “If the world knew what Jackie told me, they wouldn’t believe me. I dispense with all the Vatican rules. Welcome, Onassis, and bring your checkbook. What else can we do?” Onassis emerged with a cash “deal” — purchase of the queen of the civilized world. And October rolled on. Roberts arranged a noose for the three — Unruh, Alioto, Humphrey — when they gathered in S.F. for the Humphrey triumphant finale to his campaign. And notified — publicly — all — of this matter. And all crawled into a hole. And Humphrey canceled that Bay Area finale — and lost the election by the 100 thousand votes he would have gained. Teddy sent one of the aides, who later turned up at Chappaquiddick, to bribe Roberts. Johnson threw in an “understanding” — “Peace in Vietnam” — “Bomb Halt” — six days before the election (a total myth) — and it helped. But not enough. As the final votes came in — Humphrey lost California — by those 100 thousand votes — and the presidency.
Nixon — on election day — threw a total clamp on the Alioto hit-run (His vital spot was the Onassis-Hughes ownership of him and the Mafia Election Process). They thought it was buried.
But, those raw FBI files on Alioto’s Mafia web were out. Alioto had to be Governor. So, just before Chappaquiddick, Sweig and Shorenstein (Alioto money) offered Unruh loot not to run against Alioto — leaving Alioto a solo shot. In addition, they suggested Unruh run against John Tunney for Senator. Teddy had picked Tunney for the Senate job — his old college roommate. Alioto was desperate to be governor — but Tunney was desperate to be Senator and he didn’t want competition from Unruh either. In total anger Tunney called Teddy — at Chappaquiddick, from sister Joan’s home that night, and raved at Teddy about the treachery of Alioto, who had already blown the presidency

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for Humphrey because of the Alioto hit-run cover-up. Teddy — Terrible Tempered Teddy — called Alioto back — and a Mafia conversation ensued. These calls Mary Jo heard (fresh from Bobby’s papers in L.A. — “I will never work for Kennedys again. This is not Camelot — it’s all murder.”), with a few months stop over to elect Whelan mayor of Jersey City (now in prison) where she heard a bunch of New Jersey Kennedy Mafia tapes — and arrived at Chappaquiddick, boiling and on her way to Nader. A few more Mafia calls by Teddy and Mary Jo bolted in anger, running to the ferry — and Nader. Teddy grabbed a purse — Keogh’s — and the car — and talked her into the back seat — she was too angry to get in front. Still angry at the crossroads. Teddy couldn’t take her to the ferry — and Nader. Nor could he let her talk to the cop who stopped. He headed for the bridge. She clutched his arm — “Take me to the ferry!” — he backhanded her, breaking the beak, and bailed out. The murder occurred as he ran to phone Onassis.
Joan Tunney’s entire family was shipped to Europe — the following day. In Norway, Mari and Adamo (Bonano family) kidnapped her — hyped her for a month — a la “Hughes” — and released her near Marseilles. The following Easter she chopped her hubby’s bitter head off and Onassis arranged for her seclusion in a rest home — out of the way, in total silence.
Newsom had followed Roberts around — for Alioto — after the hit-run — and he knew the why of Chappaquiddick. After Chappaquiddick, Onassis jerked Newsom to Switzerland to work for him there, permanently. Newsom revolted, somehow, and returned to San Francisco — and so it was that Onassis barbecued Newsom’s nieces — in front of Newsom — during the middle of the Alioto Mafia trial.
I don’t like this. So I took one of the shrink’s Roberts volume copies to the nearest Xerox machine (I noticed that, many times, people will pick up their copies, but forget to remove the original from under the rubber mat. And the next one who comes along reads this forgotten copy as if it were the secret formula for Coca-Cola). And I waited for a long-hair to head for the machine. Then I put this volume copy under the mat and walked away. He read it. And walked to the phone. Said he, “When is your next plane to Chile?” and he took the volume and flagged down a cab (probably a rich hippie). I left a bunch around different Xerox machines. One guy read it and asked me “Where’s Bulgaria?” (the CIA declares Bulgaria is the hub of all heroin). Another called someone, “Get the commune together. We’re going to Russia. I’ve got a fortune.” Another, “Baby, you like China? I got ping pong balls.” A John Wayne type — “I’m gonna trade this to Hanoi — they can have Thieu, Indo-China and ropes to hang all the Mafia in the world — we get our POW’s and they can hunt down all the criminal Maf in the U.S. — million per ear — and there’d still be trillions in buried criminal loot — back through time — for the rest of us to divvy up. I’ll take Mafia Texas for my own private shit house and I’ll give Mafia Massachusetts to an orphanage, Mafia Illinois to the blind foundation…” and as he walked out the door — on his way to Hanoi — he gave Marcello’s Louisiana to the clerk at counter 11. A black, with “Zambia” on the back of his motorcycle jacket, rushed out to his bike with the volume, grinning, “We’ll move the U.S. Capitol to Zambia.” A doctor, still in hospital white, walked up to me, seriously, “Sir,

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we have discovered the cure. We even have options. We can push buttons in all non Mafia countries — aim all missiles at Mary Jo’s grave — and that would kill all cancer — because all the cancer squats there — including one entire Mafia Necrophiliac nation. Or, as in India, where they put a man in a cage and let mosquitoes bite him and when one gives him Malaria they follow that one back to his breeding grounds and exterminate the entire family (For instance, Malarial Mafia Mosquito Alioto — and the Alioto breed, with its appendages). All of those on Mary Jo’s grave — by definition — are Malarial, Mafia, Treasonous, Murderous, Bribing Conspirators. We track them back to their breeding grounds and exterminate them — all of them, like putting cancer killing serum on the blood stream to kill the cancer without killing the patient. And then we doctors collect our fee — all of their criminal loot — back through time. Trillions for medical research. Stick out your tongue.”
I did. “Hmm. Looks like apathy to me. I’ll run some tests, just to be sure. If you have apathy or Mary Jo Necrophilia, you’re dead, man. I’ll be checking you out. There is a deadly disease running around. It’s called MMORDIS — Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit — Have a happy day.” And then there was one who made me angry. He was a stockbroker type. He read the volume and came over and sat down — starry eyed. “Hey Pop, I just hit the jackpot. I just made arrangements to marry the love of my life — and she doesn’t know me yet — and I cornered all of the loot in the world. I’ll tell you how: Three weeks after Chappaquiddick Roberts went to Nixon and Mitchell — President and Attorney General — with the solution to the murder. He told Nixon ‘You can be another Abraham Lincoln — and free this land from Mafia slavery. I elected you, and I want you to cooperate with me. I know Onassis owns you — through “Hughes.” And I know you turned down my offer on election day 1968, to accept Alioto, and the entire Mafia, including both Mafia parties, Mafia CIA-ITT McCone, Mafia Rosensteil, Hoover’s FBI — all of them — on a platter. I know you put a lid on — to protect the Mafia Election Process. But this Kennedy murder has reopened it all — in spite of your lid — and it exposes completely, the entire web of assassinations, heroin, Onassis, and everything — back to the cover-up of the murder of Christ. It exposes the Vatican — and all of the other handmaiden religions — including that of your boy — Billy Graham. And it leaves you only two choices — the keys. Your Onassis-”Hughes”-Mafia Money Funnel murder, treason, bribery, 41% siphon of the GNP, War, Heroin, Crime Administration is a daily affair — now exposed, currently in motion. Everyone can see it. You can either cure this cancer — or blow off the other half via Vatican Fatima #3 — and preserve the cancer. If you choose to cure it — I offer a new thing — experimental results on a new very dense mineral — experiments which ended when Alioto clobbered my car — an act which precipitated this entire shit-pit. The key word is “Chappaquiddick” and key, where did you two go? Where is everybody?’ And, Pop, that’s where I got the idea. Because, you see, from then till now, I have seen this guy — what’s-his-name — roaming this Mafia country — shouting

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‘Chappaquiddick!’ ‘Anybody for Chappaquiddick?’ — and, when he does this, everybody runs to the bathroom and jumps in the shit bowl and pulls the lid over them (That’s where Nixon and Mitchell hid that day). Now here’s what we’re gonna do, Pop. I’m gonna get girl scouts with bull horns on a certain day, on the balconies of every Mafia City Hall in this Mafia Nation. They’re gonna shout ‘Chappaquiddick,’ at 10 second intervals. the shit bowls will fill up fast and we will see panic stricken city exodus. Hordes of Mafia running for the country to jump in rat holes or dig themselves in beach sand like sand crabs. Then, I send my troops of boy scouts around to padlock those shit bowl lids and cap over all those rat holes. It’s just like capping oil wells, Pop. The scouts hold an honest election and we bring Princess Grace back from Monaco as a chaperone for our youthful government and rename the U.S. of Mafia — Monaco West. Those of us who aren’t capped over in oil wells go around occasionally and lift the lids and shout ‘Chappaquiddick’ and the Mafia sends us up all of their criminal loot, buried funds, secret accounts, corporate stock — and we pass them down food — their daily bread, which happens to be all of our garbage, pollution, sewage, etc. — which is how we clean up the environment that they dirtied up for us. After 2000 years it’s our turn, Pop. They’ve been doing it to us all this time. They call it the ‘National Interest.’ Actually, it is our legacy from those murdered dead, like Mary Jo.” I interrupted, “Princess Grace? What about her hubby, stubby Rainier?” He: “We’ll hang him. He’s a friend of Onassis. We’ll hang Cary Grant, too. He kissed her once in the movie ‘To Catch a Thief.’ And he’s a friend of Onassis.” Me: “What’s your interest in Princess Grace?” He: ”Don’t you dig it, Pop? She’s the one. She’ll be a widow. She, and I, will chaperone the scouts. She will fall in love with me. I want her. She’s mine.” Me: “There’s just one thing wrong with your plan, sonny.” He: “What’s that?” Me: “I’m gonna murder you, you Mafia slob” — and I hit him over the head with my cane. “I’ve been in love with Grace Kelly ever since World War II and nobody gets her but me,” This is where I got angry and he ran out the door with me hobbling after him, clobbering him with that cane, and finally when I was running out of breath on the Marina Green he said, “Okay, you can have her. I’ll take one of the daughters. Can I buy you a beer, father-in-law?” In the beer joint my son-in-law elaborated, “We’ll get the man off the cross and give him back his liver and patch up his nail holes — and Mary Jo’s busted nose — and give her a decent burial, and we’ll have a new symbol — a healthy doctor with a scalpel — cutting out a cancer — and on that vacant cross we’ll hang, on one end, Teddy, who states ‘Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country’ — and on the other end, Pope Pious, who states ‘I will gladly give my life for all of humanity.’ That would have some meaning. That’s what I really want, pop-in-law. What do you want out of all of this?” Apparently he didn’t hear very well out there on the

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Marina Green, and I was about to club him again, when I realized I hadn’t told him everything. So, “I’m 98, you might say, I’m dead. A lifetime is only a speck in geological time — called by some — eternity. I figure if I cam get the man off the cross, he’ll fix me up in eternity. To do this, I can kill the cancer — His murderers — here, or take them with me — and hang them there on an eternity yo-yo. That means I get a ticket to eternity without crossing the Vatican palms with silver. In other words, I deal direct with the boss. And that means angel wings for my princess. Everybody wins but the shit. Shit gets flushed. I’m a janitor. Dickie clips me — to fight the ‘Holy Crusade’ in Vietnam and Fatima #3. My union clips me — to run heroin, keep lids on and murder around the globe. Mafia government clips me — to pay for the squat on Mary Jo’s grave. What I receive is crime, war, pollution, and a job. That job consists of flushing shit. Whatever your job — try to be the best at it. And so, I’ve arranged for the flushing of all shit. Separately — or along with the patient — as the doctor said. ‘Options’ — under the Hippocratic Oath — ‘with 100% human approval’ from the year zero. The killing of cancer. Even Dickie, who — in treason — accepted Onassis’ bribes — and said ‘Fuck America. I come first’ — also said “The killing of cancer is our highest priority.’ Ticket to eternity, sonny — for me and my princess.”
The bartender: “This bar is closed. Me and everyone in here want a ticket to that kind of action. Drinks are on the house. What will you have, Sir?”
(I’m a 98 year old janitor. Nobody ever called me “Sir.”)
Drunk, coming back from the restroom: “There were four turds in the bowl. They looked like Joanie, Hearst, CIA Moosehead, and the liver-eating shrink. They were not human. They were shit. And I reached out and pushed a button and they disappeared down the drain. It was easy. I checked the bowl lid. Good and solid. I’ll bring a padlock tomorrow.”
Bartender to drunk: “Drinks are on the house. What’ll you have, Sir?”
Son-in-law: “I picked a winner. Tell me about that mineral, Pop.”
Pop-in-law: “Sonny, I may have to club you all the way through eternity. That mineral subject is taboo — and you didn’t pick anything…”

CIA Moosehead Observer’s Just-Returned-From-Grave-Fucking Note: “Hearst, I quit. By the time you read this I will be at the South Pole, burrowing deep down with the Penguins. Us Penguins hate you Necrophiliac Murdering Treasonous Mafia bastards. May that radioactive cloud never reach this far south. Us Penguins never hurt nobody.”
Fresh-From-Grave-Fucking Hearst’s Note: “Jeeeeeesus Cheeeeerist!”

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June 1, 1972
“Chappaquiddick,” “Onassis-Hughes,” “ITT-CIA,” “Fatima #3,” “Heroin-Thieu-Chiang” — (all these things — and more) — Dickie is winging home from Moscow — at this moment. Somewhere, en route, he will pass a communication — headed the other way. That communication was composed — in part — from the notes quoted below:

“Hughes’ nursemaids up again for fraud in Canada.” Eckersley: “It was fraud. Yes. Phony signatures. Yes. But it embarrasses me and Hughes. It is bad publicity. I hope the people don’t panic. I wish they’d leave us Mafia alone.” (McCloskey’s Primary words: “We hate Pete. He discredits Dickie and embarrasses the Party. He calls our Party ‘the most mediocre men in the world.’ He’s our worst enemy. A Democrat in sheep’s clothing.” These gentle Mafia all refer to murder, treason, bribery, Chappaquiddick — hanging offenses) New York: “Legalization of gambling here soon. Will ‘Hughes’ run it?” Hawaii: “Mafia government okays gambling.” ‘Hughes’ Mafia mob is moving in. Executives furnished by CIA, FBI, and Justice — as per all ‘Hughes’ operations. London: The “Hughes Hoax” expose by the London Sunday Times” — scheduled for release May 15 — one week before Dickie’s Moscow crawl — was deleted. All news of “Hughes” was suppressed. Paper instead carried the headline: “Mafia TV and news censorship covers England relative to ‘religion,’ ‘Hughes’ and Dickie’s ‘insane bombing’ in Vietnam — all on the eve of Dickie’s Moscow visit. Is there a connection?” “We quote Saigon Senator Tho: ‘God — the Pope — is on our side. The U.S. of Mafia is on our side. They can leave. But they have to leave us their Navy and Air Corps. Our President, Thieu, tells Dickie what to do. He’s got drag. And “skai” and “skag.” We can’t lose.’ The key to Irving’s arrest for the ‘Hughes Hoax’ was simply that — in New York — two reporters mentioned they knew about Meyers — and Irving went white and had a fit and ran down to J. Mafia Hoover’s D.A. Hogan and begged for protection and confessed. Hogan, U.S. Attorney Seymour, Hoover, Nixon — everybody — went white and had a fit — and convinced the reporters that the man they spoke of was Stanley Myer — an oscure writer. The reason for the white faces and the fits is that the ‘Meyers’ mentioned was John Meyer, Onassis’ right hand man, who was taken over from ‘Hughes’ after Onassis hyped Hughes and made a body switch in 1957 and purchased Dickie and the ‘Hughes’ Mafia Money Funnel. And this media censorship — here, in England, goes back to 1932 when Onassis, Roosevelt, and Kennedy conned our leader, Churchill , into supplying booze, heroin and World War I (Fatima 1) for the handmaidens — Vatican and Mafia. We note that Pat Grey — Hoover’s successor — was really picked by friend Nixon a year ago — but Dickie, fearing Hoover’s files, patiently waited for Hoover’s demise. Gray’s Justice friends call his reign ‘Vatican II’ (translated, that’s Fatima #3).” Like Saigon Senator Tho and Mafia Mama Rosie and God is on his side. He attends Mass before all missions to request help from God — the Pope. A summary from Gray’s Justice friends: “Hates Press because of publicity on things like the Pentagon Papers, ITT, and Kleindienst. Wants a crackdown — like Reagan — on all underground press, all critical media, and all critical legal services. He is like unto Chris Columbus —

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poor boy — devout Catholic, Mafia government loyalist.’ Said he, ‘We keep no dossiers on the revolting public.’ Said Jack Anderson, ‘Here are a few thousand copies from your files.’ Said Gray, ‘Yes, we keep files on the revolting public.’ He is Dickie’s most loyal friend. He will not assign FBI help to organize strike forces. His loyalties — says he — are, in order: #1: Nixon, #2: The Department Family that runs things for Onassis-”Hughes,” and somewhere down the list — #642 (we think): the peeeepul, the revolting public.’
“ ‘Hughes,’ in Vancouver, has six days left on his first 3 month visitors visa. We have Canadian friends who insist on a ‘personal appearance’ for any renewal of that visa. We watch for a sudden ‘Hughes’ disappearance, from Vancouver, or a sudden cryogenic burial or a sudden something — and will try to let you know — by secret carrier pigeon — unless the Pentagon shoots them down — as they threatened to do to LBJ on the plane from Dallas — unless he covered up and whooped the war. You see, we’re peeved. This U.S. of Mafia sent the British Empire down the tube in the past 50 years. We don’t like that. We don’t want the Mafia shit infected colonies back. That’s for sure. They’re worse than we ever were. We are convinced that shit should be flushed.”

May 30, 1972
Memorial Day in the U.S. of Mafia — all the days of respect to the dead shuffled into one — for calendar convenience — as was Christmas.
San Francisco — Alioto: “We respect the dead — derive inspiration from them.” (That’s his shit on your busted nose dead face, Mary Jo). “Vietnam is a danger that could become a tragedy.” (Like Newsom’s barbecued nieces, Joe?). “We have to take this world as it is.” (Hear that, Yablonski family?). “The U.S. must be the strongest military force in the world.” (This — for Rome — Fatima #3.). States Senator Marks (who beat Onassis-Alioto-Newsom in 1968): “you — the revolting public — are at fault. We must defeat apathy. You must tell us your problems.” (The Alioto hit-run elected him). “We need your advice.” “Your responsibility does not end after you have elected us public officials.” And to the dead: “Our veterans made us what we are today.” (Now — the blame has been placed. It’s the dead GIs and busted nose Mary Jo.) Said Dickie: “A nation which condemns those who serve it will find itself condemned in turn.” From Leningrad he quoted the Russian Mary Jo — now enshrined — Tanya: “As some of the millions were being murdered at Leningrad,’ (this was the Onassis-Kennedy-Roosevelt World War II — The Pope’s Fatima #1) Tanya wrote, ‘Today my uncle died. Today my brother died. Today my grandfather died. My mother. Only Tanya is left.’ “ (Dickie started on my hit-run car, murdered my father, and is now proceeding clinically on the rest. My mother is next. She knows it. She’s a witness). “Let us insure that no other girl will have to endure what Tanya did.” And his pious eyes looked upward as he meditated for a moment on Mary Jo — the reason for his being at Tanya’s tomb in Leningrad (on behalf of all

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murderous Maf who squat on all the graves listed herein.)
Teddy’s Memorial Day Response (clutching his right fist of steel that broke her nose): “Nixon wages peace in Moscow — but war in Vietnam. We heard all about Tanya in Russia — but what about all the Tanyas in Vietnam?”
One of these two will be the next President. Mafia, squatting on the graves of U.S. of Mafia Tanyas — Mary Jos — and baying at the world in necrophiliac frenzy.

Prior to Moscow and Peking — Dickie and Kissinger had a talk. “The world’s two big bugaboos are war and crime. We can’t go after crime — because that is us — Chappaquiddick, ‘Hughes,’ Onassis and so forth. So we set up a PR campaign against war — and get set for Fatima #3.”
So Dickie returns from Moscow and tells Congress: “We will not stain the honor of the United States.” (All applaud. The lid is still on.) “We must be proud of what we have done — PR the revolting public into being proud” (of murder, treason, bribery) “and proceed with our mission in the world.” (Fatima #3). “History” (Chappaquiddick), “lays an obligation on us. We must seize it now or we are beaten.” (Johnson phrased it: “We hang together, or we hang separately.”)
Stressed — in Moscow — was Dickie’s plea for non-interference in our “internal affairs” (Chappaquiddick). These were Clauses 1, 2, and 3.
Gray Congressional faces waited for reassurance on this — from Dickie. He informs them of failure by his silence on the subject (and he wasted no time getting from the airport to tell them). Chappaquiddick is the whole ball of wax — Fatima #3, International, and a Mafia Death Threat to the other half. He somberly told the gray faces what Teddy said after Chappaquiddick — “We must learn to live with it.”
Sept. 16, 1968 — “Bury that hit-run. We don’t need it to win. It just exposes the Mafia Election Process, ‘Hughes,’ etc.” Nov. 3, 1968 — “Cheerist, that hit-run elected me — and exposes the assassinations, Onassis and the entire Mafia affair. Bury it deep. And bury Roberts’ family too.” July 18, 1969 — “Oh God. Teddy murdered Mary Jo and that opens absolutely every shit pit, including the Vatican, who wants it buried. In addition to all the other reasons for the murder of Roberts’ family, it is also necessary in order to retain the Catholic vote.”
Mafia Dickie’s blackmail to Brehznev was this: “You — directing the 20 million member Communist Party, which rules all 240 million Russians — are identical to us. We are 20 million Mafia ruling 206 million Americans. You have your tyranny. We have ours. We won’t squeal on you — if you don’t squeal on us.” And Brehznev replied — smiling — “We’ll see…”

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Because — he knew — as did Mao — that this was a repeat of the same deal Roman Emperor Constantine made to the first Pope in the year 335 — “You leave us alone — we leave you alone. We cover for eachother.”
(And that’s where it is. Right back at the cover-up of Christ. With a difference — everything out in the open — and two and a half billion pairs of feet conscious of the need to stomp out cancer — and get the man off the cross.)
Brehznev smiled again as he arranged for Chappaquiddick Dickie to be guided — in Leningrad — to the shrine of Tanya — Russian Mary Jo.
Dickie got the message — and reacted quickly — “There will be no more Tanya’s.” Teddy jumped out of his skin. “What about Vietnam Tanyas?” (Vietnam — that’s the “Holy Crusade” his brother and the Pope and Onassis started). Congress was gray-faced and Dickie laid it all out —
a la Teddy — “We must learn to live with it.”
In Moscow, Kissinger, commenting on his sudden, secret trip — April 16 — to “check the agenda” (a la the October secret, sudden trip to “check the agenda” in Peking — a trip that cost the U.S. of Mafia the ouster of Taiwan and the admission of China) — this time about the possibility of being handed the remains of “Howard Hughes” and being introduced to an American named Roberts. Said Kissinger: “The Russian Summit was so well prepared — in advance — that the two governments agreed, ‘Don’t let’s surprise eachother at the summit’.”
The U.S. of Mafia couldn’t provoke Russia to cancel that summit. They wanted Dickie on record. They wanted Dickie to meet Tanya — their Mary Jo. In the first big Haiphong raid — four Russian ships were hit. One Russian ship was sunk. Russia backed away from the mines. The Russian Ambassador told Dickie “We wouldn’t cancel that trip for anything.” And he smiled.
Kissinger — en route to Moscow — was questioned, “Why are you so popular with girls?” Kissinger replied “Power is the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. For instance, our State Department and the Pentagon Generals don’t care what happens, so long as they stay in power. They are power mad.” Question: “What about Samoa?” Answer: “Samoans can’t vote. Fuck ‘em.” (He didn’t come back by way of Samoa. He settled for the Shah’s bellydancers in Iran. Next week Iran gets Phantoms).
Twin headlines, Tehran: “Kissinger fiddles with Shah’s bellydancing broads in Onassis’ Araby. ‘Foreign Policy,’ Said Kissinger: ‘I want to make the world safe for bellydancers,’ as he poked at soft bellydancing flesh. Saigon: “U.S. planes blast all of Indo-China — except the opium fields. Thousands of Chinese dead — not one poppy.” “Foreign Policy,” quoted Noel Gayler — Commander in Chief of all Pacific Forces…as he lobbed tonnage of smart bombs on the soft flesh of Indo-China.

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Dickie and Mitchell did not stop in Tel Aviv and beg Golda Meir to please give us back Onassis’ Meyer Lansky — who lives with her. Lansky would be governor of New York. He was caught stealing $35 million of Vegas skim money from Onassis. He qualifies — like John Meier as Senator from New Mexico (who stole $17 million from Onassis, via “Hughes” phony mining claims, and wants to succeed Senator Montoya, who with Senator Brewster, carried $100 thou cash suitcases to Johnson in the White House to try to keep Hoffa out of jail way back there sometime) — or Alioto’s Sicilian kin — Sal Balistreri (Rape, Sodomy, Assault) — as San Francisco Judge — or Onassis’ “Fuck America” Chappaquiddick Dickie, and Mafia Pond Murderer Onassis’ Teddy, for President of the World. Says Golda Meir: “The Lebanese are sheltering terrorists. We want to hang them.” At her elbow, as she said this, was Lansky, who murdered Americans for 47 years — and still does. U.S. Justice says it wants him — for the $35 million — not for any murder. They want the loot back for Onassis. Golda Meir won’t give him up. She wants the loot to. And Phantoms.
In Moscow, Dickie: “Soviet citizens ask me, ‘ Does America truly want peace?’ Our actions answer that question far better than words can do.” (Let’s see — Vietnam, Greece, Taiwan, heroin, Pakistan, Mary Jo, ITT, CIA, Chile, Maheu, Daley, Spain, Portugal, Rome, Yablonski — you finish the list,)
In Moscow, Russia really did want trade agreements. They need everything. But the man in charge of that — for Dickie — was ITT Flanigan (these Maf are everywhere). No Russian would sit in the same room with him. They could put up with Dickie — they had a reason. But Flanigan? “Nyet,” followed by puke.
In Moscow — the 12 clause agreement. Key: the same as in Peking. Clauses 1, 2 and 3, backed up by 4 and 5, are what it was all about for Dickie. 1 and 3 state “non-interference in the internal affairs of any other country.” (Dickie is still trying to classify Chappaquiddick as an internal affair, while conducting PR to produce an image that the U.S. of Mafia is not pushing heroin and Fatima #3). Clause 2 tries to give teeth to one and three. Discussion on outstanding issues (Chappaquiddick and Fatima #3) will be conducted (4) “in sacred blood” by (5) “top level only” (that’s Dickie) “in secret” — “in a spirit of reciprocity, mutual accommodation, and mutual benefit” (that’s Mafia bribe offer. Those that were offered me always wound up, “Whaddya want?”)
And in Moscow, the top Russian reporter said “Nixon has a Zig-Zag policy, like a scared rabbit. We have had our doubts about him for a long time. We think he is tricky.” (His title gets longer and longer all the time — Let’s see — Onassis-Hughes-Chappaquiddick-Heroin-ITT-CIA-Thieu-Chiang-Mouldering-Trickie — oh shit, you finish it. And put that in too. Shit. Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit. MMORDIS)

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In Moscow, Dickie settled for an agreement that allowed the U.S. of Mafia to build an ABM ring around Washington — to protect itself, the Mafia Club (This is where the Mafia Government stands today — circled by ABM in D.C., and by the moats of Miami for the Mafia conventions — having been frightened from San Diego by an anonymous letter). What’s to protect in Washington? A S.F. high school group toured there and were asked their impressions. “Depressing. Worse than our ghettos. Pushers all over. The House of Representatives had thirty people on the floor — out of 435 — and they were passing envelopes. We remembered what Bobby Baker said: ‘Thousand dollar bills pass around like confetti.’ Rogers, from State, and our two Senators, Tunney and Cranston, lectured us — ‘The U.S. has always been right and always fights for right against wrong. Our history is glorious.’ And we all knew how they got elected, and what they cover up. It was sickening.”
In Washington the “Bulletin of Atomic Scientists” published its usual front page — The Domesday Clock — showing the time pushed back from 10 minutes to midnight — to 12 minutes to midnight. These people are highly intelligent, scientifically, but a little shy on facts. Not Dickie. He knows. And he interrupted his harangue to the gray faced Mafia Club to look directly in the camera and address you, the peepul, who don’t have an ABM ring around you. To you he said, solemnly: “Every American is in on it now. Either I win — or you lose.” (Teddy was absent from this meeting. He was in Pittsburgh, drafting the Mafia Democratic Platform — for you — the peepul.) That clock is on the final tick. Holding. Dickie knows it. He won’t mount the cross — with “Hughes.” Teddy won’t mount the cross with Mary Jo. And Montini won’t mount the cross with Tisserant. You get the crosses — as did Christ and every murdered GI. This is their plan.
The Mafia Election Process continues. Mafia candidates, selected by the Mafia — no other qualifications — are placed before you for selection — in a rigged election process.
A tricky poll in a selected Illinois (Daley) spot — by Kennedy pollster Quayle — His question: “Did Teddy behave immorally before the car went off the bridge at Chappaquiddick?” 44% said yes, even so. But think a minute. They were Kennedy supporters — and they know nothing but what their bishop tells them. They know nothing. Murder occurred after the car went off the bridge — and Mary Jo suffocated — after 2 hours and 13 minutes — because of a busted beak — while Teddy called Mafia Onassis for cover. (In the New York Metropolitan Museum — for a long time now — has been hanging a Memorial Plaque to Mary Jo Kopechne. No — I repeat — No news media has investigated the matter — or the name of the donor. Observations, however, have been continual — of those who see and know and run.)
McGovern: “The central threat to the U.S. is right here at home. Not overseas.” (That’s as close as he’ll ever get to Chappaquiddick. He holds Teddy’s hand. Teddy’s

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Mafia runs McGovern’s campaign.
Sacramento — Dymally: “People are angry. Our State Legislature — and all of them — and the Federal Legislature — have been motionless for three and a half years.” (That’s when the shit hit the fan — three and a half years ago — Sept. 16, 1968. Said Mack at that time: “You have opened the world’s biggest can of worms.” Me? I was shooting dice with Herbie Kamatsu at the Black Magic when Alioto clobbered my car. Already — the jackpot — in a lab — had been tapped. My interest, at that time, was solely in finding a gift ruby for Herbie’s wife that Les Williams had dropped on the floor. I hadn’t the faintest idea that — then, at that moment — Alioto, Kennedy, Onassis, “Hughes,” Dickie, and Tisserant’s Montini were already on the middle of my back.)
Texas: “Connally has lost his Texas political base. The Connally wing got caught up in its stealing — Willy Wilson, the Guv, Legislature — hell, everybody.” (This refers to the Sharpstown bank scandal)
Chicago: “Daley, Teddy, Stevenson, and the Cardinal — together raising funds — For Teddy’s presidential race.”
San Francisco: “Humphrey and McGovern purchase $3 million worth of votes in the California primary, so far. This evening, Alioto, Archbishop McGucken, Shorenstein, and Sweig are raising funds for Humphrey. The rest of the local core are working with Kennedy aides pitching for McGovern — until Teddy can call them all together, after the convention.”
San Francisco: “Sweig and Schulman” (who, with Alioto and Shorenstein, started Chappaquiddick: offer to buy Unruh to quit governor primary against Alioto and run instead against Tunney), “were told by Kennedy not to release their ‘campaign funds’ for either Humphrey or McGovern — yet. Teddy plans to use those funds after the Democratic convention — after he has either defeated those others — or disposed of them in some other manner.” (Wallace was gut-shot.)
San Francisco: “Alioto arranged a Lindsay-Humphrey conference — reason: a possible Presidential-Vice Presidential coalition — and then directed Humphrey to get out a series of rumors — “McGovern is anti-Labor, anti-Jewish, anti-Lockheed, pro-riot…” (In 1967, Onassis and Teddy issued a communiqué that they favored Alioto to be president someday. They loved him. Today Teddy and Joseph don’t speak. I wonder why…)
Washington — a Senator: “The top priority on the agenda when the 93rd Congress convenes in 1973 is reserved for prison reform — that’s where we’ll all be — if the ‘campaign fund’ finance law is enforced.” (He jokes, smugly, of course. For who would jail them for murder, treason or bribery? Dickie? Teddy? Montini? Legal Mafia? They have already abolished the death penalty and whomever they can’t keep out of the jug they let out. Care to read the Mafia list?)

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Assassinations for breakfast.
Teddy murdered Mary Jo. Wallace received a gut shot. Dickie sent a Secret Service Army to protect Teddy. All government medical facilities placed at the disposal of Mafia Presidential candidate Wallace. All mines and bomb facilities were placed on the population of Indo-China to protect the heroin of Thieu and Chiang and the Onassis-”Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel. All necrophiliacs still in place on Mary Jo’s grave — with Secret Service, FBI, CIA, Pentagon and Holy protection.
Hearst published Cafarkis’ crud about Onassis. Sole reason for the con relates to Cafarkis’ attempt to rewrite the history of the frantic JFK phone call to Jackie on Onassis’ yacht (Double Diem-Kennedy murder days — Nov. 1, 1963): “Get off the yacht if you have to swim.” Says Cafarkis, solemnly, with approval of the hierarchy of Onassis, Montini and Dickie: “There was no phone call. JFK sent a letter mildly remonstrating Jackie for remaining so long on the yacht. This was early in 1963.” (The entire White House staff remembers JFK’s white-faced hysterical screams over the phone to Jackie. ‘Never,’ quotes one, ‘have I heard such loud uncontrolled anger in the White House.’)
Gervais, whose testimony about Garrison’s pinball pay-offs got Garrison indicted — confessed he’d lied. Says Gervais: “Because of my record, Justice forced me to frame Garrison. I lied and I’m sorry. As my reward, Justice got me a soft job with Onassis GM, in Canada, under an assumed name. It’s too big. I’m afraid. I know, for instance, that CIA McCone is hidden at ITT under the name of Director — with the same salary as Maheu — half a million a year — ‘for life’ — and they aren’t safe. Maheu is in hiding.”
Yablonski sons: “Murder is an institution in the U.M.W. and Labor Mafia leaders.”
Novotny, the whore, states that Fensterwald investigated her in view of his conclusion that World War II and the chain of assassinations were rigged affairs, by the Mafia. She affirmed that — from her personal view of JFK and the International Mafia (looking up from a bed) — everything checked out “real good.”
Said Wallace: “Vote for me. Let your message to Washington be that you are unhappy with Nixon’s brand of law and order.” (Said a Buchanan (Nixon) memo: “If Wallace develops strength, we must destroy him in 1972.”) Wallace is out of the way. Gut shot. A la King, Kennedy and Kennedy. In an identical manner — on TV — where everybody could see who did it — with a proven deliberate stalk — a la King, Kennedy and Kennedy. Open and shut. Clean. “Case Closed,” says the FBI. “No conspiracy.” “We have determined that he had no money — but that he spent a fortune traveling Canada and the East. Hypnotic Bremer was stalking four people — McGovern, Humphrey, Nixon and Wallace. Had he — or the other hypnotics still roaming around — as with Bobby in L.A. — nailed those four — there would be only one left, who would win: Teddy. Just as Thieu — Vietnam

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Nol-Cambodia, Thailand, Laos, Chiang-Taiwan, Onassis-Greece — the heroin chain. Bremer, a pauper — had time and money. Bremer, an idiot — had detailed plans and directions. Bremer, a total loner — had a series of Greek friends usher him across Lake Michigan for hypnotic classes and booster shots, during his stalk. We have prohibited anyone from disclosing the identity of those Greek friends or discussing anything about anything with any witness — or anybody. The case is closed.”
Says Shirley Chisholm, who has read these papers: “ If I were President, I would reopen investigations of JFK, Bobby, Martin Luther King, and others. I have a feeling there is a deliberate attempt to have this country taken over by certain kinds of forces. I feel that Teddy will be the Democratic candidate this fall.” (Bobby never spoke to Hoover after Dallas — even though Hoover faithfully pushed “Holy Crusade” Fatima #3. Ramsey Clark spoke for Bobby: “Hoover was against communism — and for the Mafia.”)
October 23, 1971: “Nixon’s housemaid was easily hypnotized to steal some dresses.” Nixon’s psychiatrist says “It’s easy to do.” (A hypnotic batch was present for Bobby — got him, with the help of Onassis’ back-up, Gene Caesar. A batch was present for Wallace — missed — no back-up handy. A batch is waiting for McGovern, Humphrey and Dickie — everyone but Teddy — Onassis’ choice.)
1933: “Assassination attempt on Roosevelt. Guiseppe Zangara missed Roosevelt — and killed Chicago Mayor Cermak.” Facts — today — by Louis Zangara, nephew, Chicago: “My uncle, Guiseppe, dying of cancer, was hired to kill Mayor Cermak — by the Mafia Syndicate — because Cermak shut down their gambling around election time. Guiseppe’s pay? His widow and family would never have any financial worries (later, they welshed on that). His target was Cermak. He killed him — while he was riding with Roosevelt.”
Sound familiar? It should. Dallas was copied after this. Oswald’s target was Connally. He got a piece of him. Onassis-Maheu back-ups didn’t miss on the real bait: JFK. Oswald was still puzzled by the con when Ruby gut-shot him. Ruby didn’t miss. Pro’s don’t. Only hypnotics, like Sirhan and Bremer — who can’t hit a target at four feet with eight shots.
“And,” continued Shirley Chisholm, “that’s all I’ll say about assassinations, right now. I don’t want to be gut-shot, yet. Instead, nine of us in Congress introduced a bill to impeach Nixon. The Congressional Mafia buried that. So we published the criminal impeachment charge, with some of the evidence, in the New York Times — and the union press Mafia almost stopped the publication of that. Nixon sent the press Mafia a medal for the attempt to suppress the printing.”

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Black specks in your soup — that move.
Dickie took the U.S. into debt. $100 billion extra in three years. You pay. He pursues Fatima #3, Onassis-”Hughes” heroin, Mary Jo’s grave squat, and his place in history. Says he: “Either I win, or you lose.”
Vancouver: “PR man called in to examine Howard Hughes big toe. Discovers the toe is bigger than the average and publishes this fact — stating incidentally that Howard is healthy and happy.”
Vancouver: “Hughes’ visa runs out soon. He must appear personally soon. Yesterday, three private planes left for Guadalajara, Mexico. Top secret State Department clearance.”
Washington — Senator Hart: “Since Joseph P. Kennedy set it up 35 years ago, the SEC has been a Mafia cartel, a monopoly of price fixing, discrimination, looting, barring of competition and boycotting of competing markets. I refer specifically to the N.Y.S.E.
Nick Bethell — London Times — re: Churchill-Eden cover-up of Katyn massacre of Poles by Stalin: “Katyn needs a liberal application of truth and facts. This may shock the patient momentarily, but it will disinfect the wound.” (The British Empire sent down the tube — clutching to its breast Onassis-Kennedy-Roosevelt and Churchill. Sleeping with the cancer of Katyn has become a British way of life — as has Mary Jo Necrophilia and “Hughes” Mafiamoneyfunnelitis in the United States of Mafia.)
Washington: “In the Senate — quickly buried — Alfred McCoy named the South Viet leaders (all of them), the CIA and U.S. officials as Onassis’ heroin pushers from the Golden Triangle. Senate inquiry immediately dismissed.” That evening a new flight of B-52’s left for Thailand and two new airbases were activated next to the opium fields.
Rome: “Medallions are out — featuring Italy’s three top heroes — Pope John, JFK and Bobby — who opened up Vietnam and heroin for the Mafia.”
Rome: “Protection at the top level of government and religion keeps the Mafia going. It is a cancer that owns Italy. Luciano and Vito Genovese ran the Sicilian invasion for the U.S. in World War II. American Generals joined them and they helped the U.S. by sending German secrets back to their boy, Joseph Alioto, in Roosevelt’s Justice.”
Jack Anderson: “Rep. Emanuel Cellar — Dean of House of Reps — fingers personal loot from FBI, Lockheed, ABM, Nuclear (and conventional) power plants, Pentagon — He does this through his Legal Mafia firm.”
Lewisburg: “Bobby Baker follows Hoffa out of the jug. Baker, on a salary of $19 thousand, banked a million cash and a $50 million motel — and is now out after 17 months — because he wrote a book about how he “earned” the loot —

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Senate thousand dollar bill — passing on the floor — $100 thousand suitcases to his boss, Johnson — and Nixon — and Judges.”
Teddy — in the Senate — screams: “Whitewash!” “The entire Senate is whitewashing Kleindienst. Whitewashing is a crime!”
Washington: “Barboza, a murdering Patriarcha Maf from Kennedy’s Boston, sang about Mafia murder, treason and bribery. Named names. ‘Sinatra fronts for Patriarcha,’ for instance. Barboza’s song was sung in public. Mafia Congress — up for reelection — subpoenaed Sinatra. Chappaquiddick Tunney suggested an ‘invitation’ rather that a subpoena — as they did Mafia Speaker McCormack during the Mafia Sweig, Veloshen, Donato, Heffernan, Pat Brown hearings. Tunney tried to soften it for Mafia Sinatra because Sinatra himself is a singer — and provides loot for any Mafia public official — such as Reagan, Nixon, Agnew, Teddy, Tunney… The Senate committee — because it was public, and election time — issued the subpoena. As with Cermak and Guiseppe Zangara — somebody will get shot.”
Manila: “U.S. of Mafia and Ford Foundation friend, President Marcos, bribed the entire Philippine Legislature to change the original FDR-written constitution to allow him to be President forever.”
Washington — Chief Justice Kleindienst: “I am an Episcopal Priest. My religion allows me to forgive myself in the bribery and treason of ITT, and to forgive U.S. Attorney Seward of the bribery and treason in San Diego. (We have fully atoned by switching the convention to “Hughes” Mafia Miami.) My religion also forgives us for the conspiracy in the murder of Mary Jo and Hughes — and all of the others.”
Seattle: “David Somes for a year has brought charges against U.S. Attorney Pitkin (currently prosecuting Alioto in a rigged suit) and the FBI for conspiracy to commit murder. Finally, when he publicly submitted confessions of five of the Mafia participants to a Federal Judge, that judge ordered the entire matter sealed and buried in a Federal Grand Jury — from which, like a collapsed star, no light emerges. This is known as the density of shit.”
In Onassis’ Peron’s Argentina — a complaint: “As at Bethlehem, we have persecution of all dissenters — particularly the revolting priests — who protest as the Berrigans do in the U.S. of Mafia.”

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Paris (Shit Pit): “Niarchos and new wife Tina (Onassis’ ex-wife) — argue with Onassis over daughter Christina (by Onassis and Tina). Niarchos is the Pa. He murdered his wife Eugenie, who was Tina’s sister, and Onassis’ private reserve. Tina is the Ma. Onassis is the Pa. Alexander is around somewhere with Fiona, who is Onassis’ private reserve. Charlotte Ford called Niarchos about their daughter and Chappaquiddick and Eugenie heard and Niarchos murdered Eugenie. And Tina divorced the King of England to marry Niarchos, who is, by this time, somebody’s godfather. Maybe George Livonas, the brother of Tina and Eugenie, who chases Callas and Jackie around the back bedrooms, singing opera. Onassis phones Jean Peters regularly and flies between loves at MGM, 1170 Sacramento Street, Norway and Switzerland. Kennedys and Roosevelts sail the yacht. Got that straight?”
Taiwan: “Chiang’s son elected. 94% vote.”
Cambodia: “Nol elected. 98% vote.”
Thailand: “Government still the same. 100% vote.”
Laos: “100% vote.”
Greece: “Unanimous vote.”
Got that Straight?
Vietnam — Big Minh: “America gives aid to one man — Thieu. Not to the Vietnamese people. They will never leave. They need war to sustain their policies. If they don’t have it here, they will have it somewhere else.”
Washington: “Six billion in interest-free government money is deposited in favored banks.” (Mack’s Bank of California, Fred Martin’s Bank of America, “Jargon John’ — “G” — “Eyes Only” — “CIA” Greenagel’s Chamber of Commerce, Best’s computers, Carlson’s Cowles? They’ve been in on it from the start.)
Washington — Jerry Wurf, AFL-CIO leader: “We should shift our bribery emphasis from the states to Congress. The big crap game is now in the nation’s capital.”
Pennsylvania — near Mary Jo’s grave: “Boyle transfers his loot to wife’s name.” Boyle, who supervised the murder of Yablonski — with hierarchy approval — is running for reelection. His conviction of bribing Humphrey in 1968 bars him from holding public office — not, of course, Humphrey — who accepted the bribe — from running for president. Humphrey is backed by Alioto — also on trial for bribery — in a rigged trial, where the judge has already informed the jury that all bribery is legal. Why shouldn’t murderer Boyle be reelected? Murder, treason, bribery — these are the qualifications of public officials. Check Teddy, Daley, Nixon…anybody…Kenny…
New Jersey: “Demo Mafia Party Boss Kenny — Whelan’s Boss — convicted — conducts political fiefdom of murder from his hospital bed. Judge says Kenny will only continue to do this from prison — so maybe the judge won’t

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sentence him.
Halvonik, ACLU: “It is impossible for an independent to run for office. Election laws are rigged to prevent this. Eugene McCarthy couldn’t win a suit of that nature. The Supreme Court threw it out.”
Washington: “Senate rule prohibits one member from criticizing another — ‘Omerta.’ Scott and Griffin — the ‘truth squad’ — label Gravel a traitor for revealing the Kissinger papers. And they demand that he produce whoever gave him the papers so that Justice can hang that one as a traitor too.”
Los Angeles: “Lockheed wins another billion in defense contracts — with government bank loan guarantee for the job to be done in Onassis’ Greece.”
Sacramento — Reagan: “State Supreme Court ruling against the death penalty is a complete reversal of its own decision 4 years ago” (that was just before Alioto, “Hughes” and Chappaquiddick) “and a complete reversal of two hundred years of our constitutional law.”
San Francisco — Alioto: “My police play an essential role in safeguarding the rights and freedoms which are guaranteed by the Constitution to every American.” (City fund shortage — $2 million to the City Employee voting bloc, $2 million to his Police to buy, specifically, two “Hughes” helicopters.)
Women’s Lib: Barbara Phillips read these papers and ran and hid. Last week the State Legislature voted down her project — the Equal Rights Amendment for Women. She has now pulled a lid over the hole in which she hides. Consumer’s Confederation: Kay Pachtner was notified of these papers and the contents. She ran and hid. Last week the Alioto mob turned down her consumers’ bill. She has pulled a lid over her hole. Anybody seen the Chappaquiddick broads around anywhere? Or Elizabeth Jean Peters?
New York — Press Freedom Task Force: “There is a double standard of treatment — one for the free underground press, and one for the established press. There is a threat of complete Mafia press censorship typified by the government’s pre-publication restraint.” (The Pentagon — Onassis’ toy — publishes 371 magazines and publications — about itself. The yearly tax payer cost is $56 million.
San Francisco — McCabe: “Al Capone learned his morals from William Randolph Hearst.” Last week Hearst bought the remaining two papers in Boston. He now owns them all. Cowles ducked “Look” like a hot potato, and last week purchased all the papers in Denver. Loeb, of the Manchester Union Leader — a Mafia animal — suddenly a power. Dickie panders to him. Hoffa hooked him long ago with a $2 million bribe. His copies of the Chappaquiddick phone calls give him great blackmail. He whipped Muskie out of the presidential campaign.

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Made him cry. Vatican Muskie couldn’t respond with “Chappaquiddick.” Horrible frustration — and Muskie cried and cried and quit. Loeb told Dickie and Poucha Pond John to get Hoffa out of jail — and they did. This monster — Loeb — unregulated by anything — has as much power as Thieu. That power is a copy of the Chappaquiddick phone calls. He will rise to Mafia heights. Oh, Dickie, thy lid will be done.
On May 15th, 1972 — a Dickie shuffle. The day after Wallace’s gut-shot, Dallas bullet Conally suddenly resigned as Secretary of the Treachery. Lid-sitter-on-Yablonski Schultz was moved into Connally’s place — in charge of Indochinese heroin. A hot spot. S.F.’s Weinberger (whom I contacted in October, 1968, when I couldn’t get through to DA Ferdon, and Reagan refused to respond after my Sacramento visit) was moved into Schultz’s place — a very hot place — since it is the Mafia cancer rotting of the dollar that is the Achilles Heel to the U.S. of Mafia.
(Treachery Connally rigged votes and came out for Humphrey in 1968 — and beat Dickie — in that state. Upon election, Dickie was about to jail Johnson and Connally for the Austin land steal. Comes Chappaquiddick and Johnson tells Dickie “Cover it up, as I did in Dallas, L.A. and Memphis — or we’ll talk about ‘Hughes.’ We hang together or we hang separately. Appoint my boy to the Secretary of the Treachery — from whence that $50 billion a year, tax-free Onassis heroin flows.” And Dickie did all these things. And, upon resignation, May 15th, Connally, with his Dallas bullet, endorsed Dickie to be the next President.)
All right, Seattle: “Connally, under orders from Nixon, released convicted Teamster Dave Beck from an IRS tax rap — to gain Teamster support of Dickie’s price freeze. The Seattle Post Intelligencer — a Roosevelt paper — started a probe of this to embarrass Nixon — and Connally promptly quit his job — because any probe that might get through to the Nixon purchase of Loeb (release of Hoffa) in order to cover up the Chappaquiddick phone calls (as Johnson ordered — “or else”) would blow the whole bubble of shit. Schultz was ordered to take the Treachery job. He and Nixon were together in affairs for 3 years — such as murder and politics in the UMW, Mary Jo, “Hughes,” oil, and the 41% siphon of the Gross National Product. Dickie’s reasoning: The only one you can trust is a co-conspirator.”

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From Ellsberg: “The Phoenix Program in Vietnam. The CIA put up one billion dollars as an assassination fund. For murder of ‘enemy’ leaders — listed by the CIA — and mainly to brothers and sisters of the victims — exactly as the Legal Mafia branches do here — Marcello, Maheu, Nixon, Onassis, Patriarcha, Kennedy, Lanza, Alioto, Boyle, Daley…”
San Francisco: “Hidden in the balloting is a fight for control of the S.F. Republican Co. Committee. Once again, John Mack — attorney, banker of the Bank of California and his slate are trying to unseat Bechtel’s Emily Pike and her group. He, treasurer of the Nixon campaign committee, sponsors this power play by Conservative Republicans to overthrow the current self-perpetuating County Central Committee.” That entire blurb could be condensed into five letters — MAFIA. When I handed him the solution to Chappaquiddick — three weeks after it happened, I asked him “How much would the Mafia pay for the presidency?” His face went white. He was introduced to me by my father. I offered him Alioto on a platter in October, 1968. Kennedy in July, 1969 — make that August. “Hughes” in December. He read these papers in my mother’s kitchen. His wife wears a gift of my rubies. He owned Judge Aitken on that bit that sponsored Cambodia for Dickie, and FBI Sullivan’s response to me — “You have just been through the biggest con game in history.” Said he: “Tell me what you know of Howard Hughes,” “You have just opened the biggest can of worms,” “Tell me about the assassinations and smuggling and heroin,” “It’ll cost you $1500 to join the Golden Circle,” (Lincoln Club — Arnholdt Smith, Alessio, Schulman — the San Diego Mafia). I said to him “Here’s loot for Justice.” “I elected Nixon. Now he can be another Abraham Lincoln.” “Alioto, Kennedy, Onassis-’Hughes’ on a platter.” “All alone, then — sell my stones, give this one to Mrs. Dickie.” On Feb. 22, 1972, Nixon completed the murder of my father. The next day I invited Mack to the funeral — personally. And Greenagel, Best, Carlson, Nolan. Next, the Dita Beard memo went out.
What these Mafia run from is more deadly than they know. A series of things have placed that clock one tick away.
One of these came from the papers of Cardinal Tisserant. He died Feb. 21, 1972, in a clinic near Rome. He was a dissident at the very highest level of the Vatican hierarchy. Once close to the Pope — but in recent years a hated thorn. Like Ellsberg scooting off with the Pentagon Papers, and Mary Jo scooting toward Nader at Chappaquiddick, he too scooted. His bag was the entire Vatican shit, including Onassis, Hughes, and Chappaquiddick. Papers. They’re out. Montini wants to quit.

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(Re: that Mafia Republican County Central Committee — and Mack — for whom my father worked for many years — believing in their integrity — a quote from Crimes Of The Upper Court: “Corporation executives weigh the lives of others against (1) their own standing in the corporate community hierarchy, and (2) the firm’s profits. In both cases they do not stop to deliberate. The public cannot protect against this Mafia, who, in cold blood, violate the law to further their own welfare.” They participated in the murder of my father, squat on the grave of Mary Jo, Yablonski, all those named in here, plus that of Christ.)
Tisserant describes how this came about — for a period of a century — in his papers.
It started — for me — in 1966, with a local priest, Father Mootz, a Jesuit Education Professor at the University of San Francisco. Old and crippled (Multiple Sclerosis), he could barely shuffle. His birthday — a party for him by a friend. I was the accidental host. Down the school paths, in the car, up to the apartment — we talked. He knew he was dying. It was his first party — ever. Twenty people, drinks, a religious argument, vying for Father Mootz’ approval — he squirmed — he motioned to me, I helped him to the bathroom. We talked. Party over, down the stairs, in the car, at the school — we talked. Said he, finally: “They’re farming me out to the Jesuit Seminary at Los Gatos. Come by and see me. I want to talk to you. You are not impressed by the religion you see. And you’re smart enough to know the way to the bathroom. Nobody else was. I was ready to vomit.”
Six months later the hostess and I went down to see him. He was in a wheel chair in a beautiful cloistered room. We hoisted him in the car and took a ride. Around the beautiful seminary and down around San Jose. He talked to me, when she was gone. “Do you know the Vatican?” Me: “I was married to the daughter of the French Consul of Indochina. She was in a concentration camp there after Dien Ben Phu. I know of the French Vatican colonization of the area. I know of the French Vietnam heroin. I know of the Cardinal Spellman-Kennedy ‘Holy Crusade.’ I was told of the Diem-Kennedy-Onassis connection. It all added in 1963. Things like that, Father Mootz.” He surprised me — “That’s fine.” Later, I got lost. I didn’t know how to get back to the Seminary — winding, hilly roads, etc. I told him, “Father Mootz, I’m lost. We’re like the Flying Dutchman — we’ll just have to drive around forever looking for it.” Said he, like a little boy, “That’s fine.” And then, “Stop somewhere and we’ll wet our whistles.” The girl disappeared somewhere. Over the beer he named one of those at that party. “Be careful. He is very bad. Always will be. I will tell you about him. For your sake.” He did. He recalled — to me — the guy’s confessions. Finally, I told him, “Thank you for telling me, Father Mootz, but he’s no friend of mine. I’ll probably never see him

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again.” I felt guilty. Here he was, violating that privileged confessional — in my behalf. But he was intent. “You are just like me. I know about you. I asked.” “Why, Father? I’m not Catholic, and you could never convert me, as you did her (the hostess). I know too much.” And again he said it — “That’s fine. And you don’t like what you know — or what I just told you. I don’t like what I know. But I won’t last forever. You carried me in here. And you’ll carry me out. I want you to know.” The girl came back then and we found the Seminary. I wheeled him into his room. We talked and he found a wallet, pulled out the only bill and pushed it into my pocket. “For the beer.” And I told him, “Well, Father, you said I was just like you, and so you know that I will accidentally lose this five before I get to the door.” And I did. We said good-bye and he said, “Good-bye. I’ll get something to you.” We went home. Father Mootz died a few months later.
Later still — when the hierarchy of shit was assembled on my back — someone — I don’t know who, pushed the Tisserant papers in my pocket — as Father Mootz did the five. And, since I was “just like him,” I accidentally lost them too. Around. Where the finder could get some good out of the thing.
Maybe Dickie would like to study these bits and things. He’s in them. And I know where he can pick up a supply. These are really “foreign affairs.” His major hobby.
The Papal Election Process — as with the Mafia Election Process of Boyle — as with the Mafia Election Process of Dickie — as Thieu — as Chiang — as Onassis.
“The highest priority project in the U.S. of Mafia is the suppression of these papers — documents, tape, film — these that you now read.”
For this summary:
Cardinal Tisserant — a Dean of the Sacred College of Cardinals — died on Feb. 21, 1972. The Vatican immediately raided his office to burn his files. The files were gone. Tisserant believed in the public’s right to know, a la Ellsberg, that morality took precedence over loyalty to his church. For years he kept secret records — of the truth — finances, holy murder, Fatima #1, 2 and 3 — back for a hundred years — with fingers back to the murder of Christ. During those years, people smuggled out copies. Even Tisserant didn’t know this (Hochhuth must have seen Schulman in order to write “The Deputy.” I quoted one key phrase to Nader’s father in Winsted, Connecticut in late 1970 — after sending the Nader letter that brought him his Onassis bribe. A key phrase to Nader’s Harry Miller on Feb. 13th, 1971. And another key word to Fellmeth, Nader’s assistant, on Feb. 14th, 1971. All ran in total fear).

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These Tisserant things are a sordid tale of Mafia, MMORDIS, whatever you call it — using a willing and trapped, nearly 2000 year old institution and it’s fringe religions to subjugate the bodies, souls and spirit of man and of the world. It is why the Roman Catholic Church is collapsing. It is why Berrigan was refused entry to Cardinal Terence Cooke’s Church. Why the Vatican historian writes “Montini is trapped in the most monstrous clutch in history. There is no-one alive who can tell him what to do.” It is why the world’s most massive CIA — from the Vatican — searches the world, to locate, burn, destroy, and murder all who have copies, or have seen them, or know, or even suspect.
Montini’s Mafia record is in them. Onassis. Hughes. (Today a Swiss account was set up for Canadian Customs’ McKinstree. He granted “Hughes” an additional year visa. We had a “voice” from the Bahamas, a proxy view by a stranger in Nicaragua. We will get a proxy photograph. But “Hughes” will be hidden until after the ‘72 Mafia elections — from behind the moats of Miami and the ABM ring around Washington.
It is why — three months after Tisserant died — and Montini knew the things were gone, Pope Paul cried hysterically. Said he: “It would be beautiful to shake off the burden of the Roman Catholic Church and say I do not want it.” Said the headlines: “Pope Paul VI wants to quit but can’t.”
If the final tick doesn’t occur — via Fatima #3 — or a new way — you will read the Tisserant papers. And these. And hear them. And see them. Whether you like it or not. Ding, ding, ding.
Chappaquiddick let it all out.
The man wants off the cross. Father Mootz says so. Mary Jo. Tisserant.
In 1960 — Dickie cried. Lost a Mafia election. “You can’t push me around anymore.” Wanna bet?
Teddy cried at the bridge. “It couldn’t have happened.” Wanna bet?
Mafia Loeb made Muskie cry in New Hampshire. Total frustration.
Montini cried — after Tisserant. “I want to quit.” (I believe that.)
Necro Nader cried. “It’s too much. No one can change it.” Says he: “These people hold the power.” The Power is the skinny one on the cross with the speared liver. It is a busted beak in a Pennsylvania grave — a plaque of the Museum wall. A priest who sends a five dollar bill from the grave. A broken heart and a coughed up belly in Cypress lawn. (That one was my father.)

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Power to release the hold on the final tick. How can Dickie and Montini keep the lid on them? How can he murder the dead?
In Stockholm (U.N. World Environmental Conference), Secretary of the U.N. Waldheim and Swedish premier Palme violated omerta of the U.S. of Mafia. Said both, “The first priority in the ending of world pollution is the extermination of the Vatican-U.S. of Mafia Vietnam War.” Dickie’s screams are being heard around the world (Barring massive Mafia lidding, the next items on the agenda are the pollution of Tanya and Mary Jo).
At the Kennedy graves — the entire Kennedy clan. A mass. A wafer of Christ’s liver to Jackie, former queen of Camelot, present queen of Onassis, who murdered the man over whose grave she ate the liver wafer. (Jackie is on call to Mustapha, the Turk, who kept the Onassis diary — whose wife divorced him when she found Jackie in her bed. See the Canadian Papers — not all Canadians are like Canadian Customs McKinstree) Liver wafer to nose-busting Teddy from the Pond (see the Chappaquiddick Papers), who sold his brothers out for eternal silver from Onassis, and eternal life from the Pope. Liver slab to Body-Count Chappaquiddick McNamara (see the Pentagon Papers), custodian of the POW’s, MIA’s, and very dead GI’s in the Mafia-Papal-Dickie-Heroin-Vietnam “Theatre.”
Present, by priestly proxy, was Montini (After World War II, Pope Pius XII said, “I shall never allow Monsignor Montini to become a Cardinal. He has his own massive spy organization and has evil Mafia plans.” But Pius XII was murdered by Mussolini — see the Paris Papers), who was stronger than the Pope — and so it was that Mafia Montini was stronger than Pius XII and today is Pope Paul VI — and tearfully wants to quit (see the Tisserant Papers).
Not present was Commander in Chief of All Pacific Forces Gayler — on assignment by Dickie — in Vietnam, to exterminate all of Indochina — except the poppy fields, heroin mule trains, and air bases for CIA transport of the product (see the Kissinger Papers).
Not present was Onassis — who doesn’t cry — eats liver — yours. A New York attorney says, “There is no way in God’s world of knowing who owns the stock — through Chase-Manhattan — that owns all the airlines.” (Or GM, Lockheed…unless you check Onassis’ Swiss banks, where McKinstree’s new account is, and where Mrs. Clifford Irving presented the “H.R. Hughes” checks).
Nor Dudley, who purchased Denmark (from Dickie — campaign bribe bought him the Ambassador’s job). Dudley quit Denmark to join Dickie’s reelection campaign and fight against no-fault insurance (He is part of the U.S. Insurance Mafia that never paid me a dime for the Alioto-clobbered car and squats his

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Nor Dickie — who set up the “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel in 1957 — via Onassis-”Hughes” quarter million bribe to his bubby, Donald, through his mummy (accountant Reimer was given $150 thousand by Onassis, to “shut up the mouth” about the bribe coming via Walters, from “Hughes”-Onassis. See the Tisserant Papers. Tisserant was hot on two people: Dickie and Montini. Cross check the Merryman Papers).
Nor Connally — who really carries the ball. News item: “Connally suddenly being sent around the world to almost every country. Nobody knows why.” A termite heard this conversation between Dickie and Connally: “Kissinger and I couldn’t buy Russia and China. Fatima #3 would be a sticky affair, right now. You — Dallas Bullet Connally, former Secretary of the Treachery in charge of all Vietnam heroin — are now commissioned to the greatest ‘search and destroy’ mission in history. Find those papers — and destroy them. Draw on the heroin billions, Onassis billions, the 41% siphon of the GNP, the Vatican billions. Buy anything that’s left. Any country. Everything that’s left. Draw on the $100 billion extra National Debt we just socked to the peeepul. Buy, buy, buy. And find those papers — and destroy, murder — whatever is right. The Vatican will back you. They control most of the world. And their as worried as I am. Tisserant is no idiot. This could be it. Blow it all if necessary. Money won’t do us any good in a box. Do this — or don’t come back. There may not be a place to come back to.”
Dickie’s not stupid. Mafia, yes. But not stupid. He is aware that history proves — even without Tisserant — that all balance of power relationships soon break down and war follows. He also knows that in a world of five actual nuclear powers — the only way to peace id to get the man of the cross. That, of course, would blow a “place in history” for him and Montini — and that would never do.
From the Tisserant Papers: “Twenty four hours before his murder, Christ stated, ‘A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another” — he was interrupted by events, and arrest, and on the cross, twenty four

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hours later, he completed it — “and hang murderers on the cross — not me.” This commandment — the eleventh — was destroyed by Religion and Politics — the handmaidens. It ruled out war and crime.
Substituted, was the code of Omerta — “Do not squeal on a fellow Maf.” Religion has its Mafia Omerta Confessional. Government has its Legal Mafia — the Mafia Election Process. Both sponsor war and crime. For personal gain. Take a close look at the Necrophiliac Mafia group that squats hooded asses on Mary Jo’s grave. Mafia religion. Mafia politics. And the rest of the Mafia tentacles. Cancer core and satellites.
And then ask yourself — “Why?” Why does a Necrophiliac Nation squat on Mary Jo’s dead busted nose — and elect nose busting, dead fucking Teddy for President?
A partial quote from Fatima #3: “Evil will rise to the summit of the church. It will be Bishop against Bishop. Holocaust will happen.” (See the Tisserant Papers)
In Moscow: “Russia and the U.S. acknowledge the fact of mutual devastation. They offered their entire populations as hostages to peace (all of you except Washington and Moscow, circled by ABM’s).
About this, Dickie: “We want to be remembered for our deeds — not by the fact that we brought war to the world.” And Kissinger: “Forty years ago, this agreement would have been considered insanity.”
Twenty Seven years ago — one second before Hiroshima — public reference to a weapon that would murder 100 thousand was called insanity.
So — call it anything. The clock is one tick from midnight.
“Something old — something new — something borrowed — something blue” — a wedding of shit. Divorce is by buttons — one, flush clinical shit — or two, flush it all.

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July 18, 1972
Legal Mafia: In Lansky’s Israel, the Israeli Supreme Court threw out a suit by Israeli Attorney David to reopen the cover-up of the murder of Christ. Said David: “His trial was unjust and rigged. His covered up murder has caused damage to me, and the entire world.” Said the Supreme Court Mafia: “Not so. The Mafia Roman conquerors tried Christ and convicted him and murdered him. We have no Jurisdiction. Why do you come to us anyhow?” David: “You are the first court in Israel — and the only court, since the U.S. of Mafia created this Mafia jurisdiction over the Holy Land called Israel. To whom else would I turn?” The court: “Try Mafia Montini’s courts in Italy. His Mafia troops did the deed — and are still doing it. Through history. “Holy Crusades.” Inquisitions — to Auschwitz, and Vietnam and Mary Jo. Go away. People like you turn up face down in alleys. We love Lansky and Sweig. Philanthropists, genuine citizens of the world, Papal Knights, and Shriners.”
In Alioto’s San Francisco — all this shit to Hallinan and McTernan in March and April, 1972. “Use it in the June elections to win your Superior Court Judge election races — and win — or don’t use it — and lose the election, and another thing.” They don’t use it. They lost. The election and another thing. This shit to Garry about April 7th — via Senator Proxmire’s niece. Two weeks later — from Garry’s office: “He won’t read it. Come and get it.” I went to get it. Said Garry: “Let’s talk. Tell me what’s in it. I can’t read.” Verbal, you see. I gave it to Hyland, verbally, for Hallinan. I suggested he read the documents. No — but a quick return call. Said he, having set up the tape: “Now repeat all this to me.”
“I’m too busy,” said Garry. “Tell me everything in a few minutes.” I tried — a brief scan — and then, “I’ll give you a list of fifty names. These people are the bravest people in America. They are people who have quit the CIA, FBI, and spit upon the Mafia publicly. They make the sounds and motions of brave, free Americans. Out of 206 million Americans, they are the only ones who might qualify to stand on Concord Bridge. The rest of America is under Dyke Bridge, holding Mary Jo’s busted head under water while they dead-fuck and peddle heroin for Dickie, the CIA, Onassis and the bunch. Cancer. Mafia Shit. Two thirds of the world has been given this shit — in order to defend themselves from Fatima #3. They grab it — eagerly. These 50 are entitled — by their

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own, apparently voluntary, actions — indicating some remaining American manhood — to the right to defend themselves. You call them together and I will talk to them. And when we leave that room, those fifty, the bravest of the brave, will be divided into two piles: one, for hanging for treason, and the other, well, you can sit by and listen. The wedge would be the murders of Hampton and Clark — whom you defended — to open the entire matter of all assassinations: King, JFK, Bobby, Yablonski, Mary Jo, and back to the murder of Christ. Do you want to know how and shy Hampton and Clark were murdered?” Garry: “Yes, tell me.” I did, omitting the key evidence and specifying that I could present that at any time, if he were interested. No answer to that, then or since, but one remark: “Leave your papers. I’ll read them.” In May, more papers to Garry’s secretary. Accepted. In June, more papers to another Garry secretary. Said she: “He’s too busy. He wants to give you your papers back.” Me: “Okay.” She: “I can’t find them.” Me: “He knows where to reach me. He can send them.” July 7th, no papers back. I called Garry. Me: “They rigged my new car. It’s wrecked. Could I arrange an appointment with you for next week — early — say, on the day of the opening of the Demo Convention?” He: “What’s it about? Your car?” Me: “No. Something else that I had better discuss personally.” He: “Call my secretary and arrange an appointment and I’ll see you.”
April 7th to July 7th — three months. “Too busy.” Of all the reasons offered to me by “the backbone of America” Americans for not reading about their own deaths (after having read it), “too busy” is the most frequent. Their logic is infallible. Denying any knowledge, because of being “too busy” — means that they are also “too busy to die.” Correct? Like putting up a hand to push a missile away. To those who tell me they don’t care about Mary Jo’s murder, I state “Then you don’t care about your own.” That’s logic too. They have forfeited any rights to humanity by fucking on her grave. And eating her liver. And fucking on Christ’s grave. And eating his liver. One commandment — “Bow to no craven images” — They not only bow, they eat wafers of his liver. And drink His blood in golden goblets — crossing Mafia palms with silver.

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Quotes Albert Szent-Gyorgia (sneers are not necessary — he discovered Vitamin C, holds a Pulitzer Prize, and currently is nearing a cure for cancer. This man has done some good): “The world is looking out desperately for a new leader who can show new rules for coexistence, based on decency, honesty, goodwill and human solidarity, instead of imperialist Schulman. There is an intense craving in the human mind for these and anybody who can bring them to us will become the world’s uncontested leader.”
And, I will note, the alternative is to kiss your Mafia ass good-bye. “Too busy.” (At any moment, the glob can disintegrate. It is so rigged.) “See ya later.” I always answer, “There’s lots of time.” And that’s true too. Eternity stretches on forever.
I will write the letter. Or Garry could write the letter. Re: his babies — Hampton and Clark — a legitimate legal matter — even by Mafia American legal standards. I will furnish the fifty copies and the stamps — mailed by the Mafia Postal system. Garry doesn’t have to open his mouth. I have every right in God’s world to address a group of fifty of the bravest of the brave — the very self pronounced cream of all brave free Americans — judged by all to be the bravest, free-est nation in the world.
And Garry can sit and watch the disintegration of the moral fibre of a predicted percentage of that bravest-of-the-brave group. A la Nader. Necrophiliac, Mafia rabbit Nader — braying about reform, like any Mafia crusading DA — in order to take it all over in the name of the legal Mafia — over whom there will never be check. God, you see.
But he will see something else, too.
A game, Dickie calls Mafia Murder. I love games. I’m playing Dickie. And it’s gonna be a fair game. I set all of the rules. I happen to own the bat.
Three months. Below I will note events which have occurred during those three months. Murder, Treason, bribery, genocide. Events which need not have been. And for which people will hang. Here and there.
Alfred North White: “Duty arises from our potential control over the course of events. Where attainable knowledge could have changed the issue, ignorance has the guilt of monstrous vice. It is cancer. It should be destroyed.”

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for Teddy. Taking its cue from the Mafia cancer top — an entire necrophiliac [Unreadable ] nation — moans for Teddy. Vatican-Mafia Daley, Meaney snakes for an opening for Teddy. From Rome, Montini snakes for that opening.
Teddy? Hiding behind shitty Mafia skirts of Mama Rosie — “Mother Of The Year” — liver eating Joanie, Chappaquiddick broads, 600 million “soldiers of the church,” legal Mafia, press Mafia, all Mafia branches. Hiding in Hyannisport. He is hiding from these papers. He runs from me.
Mitchell? Hiding behind shitty Mafia skirts of Martha. Quit everything. Attorney General job, head of Dickie’s campaign (“We won’t break up a winning team,” said Dickie). Says Mitchell, in quitting: “I have placed a lid on everything — and must devote my entire time to keeping the lid on Martha. It would be inpropitious to drown her in Poucha Pond — as we did Mary Jo — at this time.” Says Martha, “I am more a prisoner than ever. Politics is Mafia. I know dirty things. Why doesn’t Dickie mention me? I was his number one reelection propaganda weapon.”
Johnson? “We hang together or we hang separately.” Hiding behind the shitty Mafia skirt of Lady Bird — another “Mother” — at the Pedernales. (His picture at the Democratic Convention was stolen in order to focus attention on it’s proposed replacement: a portrait of Mary Jo — looming over what it’s all about — the Mafia Moats of Miami — the siege of Camelot.)
Mitchell and Johnson are hiding from these papers. They run from me.
The list of Mafia cancerous rabbits is long. From Presidents to CIA “in [Unreadable ]” at any local bar. They will gang.
Two can’t hide — can’t quit. Chappaquiddick Dickie and Mafia Montini. (This is a courtesy from aides of Mary Jo and aides of Tisserant.) These are the leaders of the “civilized world” — they pursue Fatima #3, the blow off of the other half. Their only way out. The other half is expendable — as is any American GI, or Mary Jo, or you.
Today, the leaders are around the world on a mission of fear. Connally, Burns, Kissinger, Reagan, McNamara — and this list is long. Secretary of State Rogers has scheduled a sudden visit to Pope Mafia Montini. An urgent visit.
Four days is the duration of the Mafia Democratic Convention. Conversely, the entire solution to cancer is arranged over a four day holiday.

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Of all Mafia branches, the media-press communications Mafia is the gravest cancer. So, Dickie has arranged for the demise of all opinion magazines (i.e., Nation, Ramparts, etc.) — Postal strangulation rates. The Mafia Supreme Court has removed the death penalty for murder, treason and bribery — anything that the Mafia does — and canceled any press discovery immunity — any means of exposing Mafia secrecy — a total Omerta. Dickie as arranged an end to Public Broadcasting and any Free Speech radio stations (Reagan is in charge of this death). The FCC has been stacked for murder — Burch and Wells, for instance. News media have been granted Monopolies — now multinational, the basic cancer. Bruckner writes lucidly of the governmental “assault on the Bill Of Rights.” Troops move into Miami to protect the Mafia moats. Secrecy of the Mafia Grand Juries is reinforced by the Legal Mafia.
The cancer spreads, of course. One instance: New York City. Total Mafia murder, bribery and treason at the top — City Hall. One down — one instance — construction. Bribery at the top, right on down to the guy who pours the concrete. Cops and heroin. (In Chicago, Daley has a cop execution squad that executes cops who don’t collect enough.) New York City — an estimated $1 billion per year in cash bribes, heroin sales, what have you. Multiply this by every city, county and state. It comes to $200 billion. Nader and friends bite $200 billion more in National Mafia corporate outright theft. Outright Mafia crime: another $100 billion. There is a total of one-half of the gross national product. This is what you pay — your Mafia tribute in taxes. AT&T refuses to stop purchasing Mafia soap — you refuse to cease your Mafia purchase — your tribute. So, who is it that breeds the Mafia?
A quote: “America has the rottenest form of Justice in the world. Mafia delay. Mafia murder. Mafia election. Mafia. The United States Of Mafia.”
A quote: “If Teddy hides from his popular mandate to be President, at least McGovern’s manager, Frank Mankiewics — a wholly owned Kennedy Maf — will be Attorney General — and sit on the lid in place of Mitchell.”
From Alioto’s Humphrey: “It would be fatal for McGovern to bolt the Mafia Party. We must require a Mafia loyalty Oath of Omerta of all Mafia candidates at our convention.”

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Quote — L.A. Police Chief Davis: “Hang all air pirates, on the site, with portable gallows. Precedent quote: “Hang all Maf — portable gallows — all murder, treason, bribery. Collect all of their loot first. Assess damages against breeding source — whatever it may be — family or public. Result — no taxes at all, for the balance. Leftover yachts for all.” In South Korea (our allies, correct?) — a general was sentenced to death for taking a bribe. His fine was the amount of the bribe. His damage penalty was everything he owned. That cancer is dead. In America — anywhere — say a $2 million bribe to Mayor Whelan — Mary Jo’s last boss. The fine? $2000. (Where does the rest go? Who keeps it? Who gets paid off? Ask Bobby Baker — he wrote a book.) The sentence? Eleven months in a well-stocked jail. That cancer will live forever. Who’s dead? Mary Jo.
Hearst rewrites more history, printing Burton Hesh’s “Ted Kennedy Story.” “Kennedy, from out on the lawn, asked for the car keys to take Mary Jo back.” No mention of the people being inside (heavy mosquitoes), of the phone calls inside, Mary Jo’s anger inside, the slammed door (screened against mosquitoes) as Mary Jo left in anger, from inside. These are only cold evidential facts.
‘72 Mafia Election: “Judge Hart, who stole McGovern’s California votes for Alioto’s Humphrey, is the one who ruled that ‘Senator Brewster has congressional immunity for bribery. It is legal. He is licensed to steal.’ “ Of the California vote steal, he ruled “The California vote steal By Alioto’s Humphrey is crooked, but it’s not unconstitutional.” That evening there were 722 street murders in America, and 1,434,321 cases (reported) of robbery, rape, burglary and petty theft.
World tours. Just before State Secretary Rogers suddenly arranged an urgent trip to Mafia Montini in Rome — the Pope issued a Papal Nuncio — ominously — “I, too, have a personal diary I am keeping up to date.” (Mustapha’s Onassis Diary, Tisserant’s papers — ah, the ‘72 Mafia election, Vatican-Mafia, intercene blackmail.)
Hisses Mafia Kennedy Mankiewicz — for Mafia McGovern — at Mafia Alioto’s Mafia Humphrey: “The Alioto-Humphrey California vote steal was a ‘corrupt,’ ‘rigged,’ ‘stinking,’ ‘Mafia,’ ‘Political’ steal of the already rigged

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“campaign funds” — in spite of a clear law which says “It is criminal to accept a bribe — in any form — for any representation a public official makes before the United States Government.” (Boggle. Who’s gonna prosecute? The U.S. of Mafia which purchased them?)
Just before Dickie’s CIA Colson, , Hunt, McCord, etc., went into hiding after being caught bugging everything in Washington, and Poucha Pond John ran into hiding to keep the lid on Martha’s Mafia mouth, Jack Anderson stated: “More ITT type settlements were made by Mitchell for Mafia Republican Party bribes from five major Mafia drug companies. Loot from minor settlements goes to Connally’s Mafia Treasury — not major settlements to the victims — you. Public fraud charges and scandal are averted. Mafia Republicans have bribe loot.”
14th Amendment: “The U.S.” (of Mafia) “shall not deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of its laws.”
Anderson exposed the 1960 and 1968 vote steal maneuvering and the lids by Nixon and Humphrey. Today, praise is issued for a pre-convention gala telethon by the Mafia Demos to raise money for the preservation of the Mafia Election Process for both Mafia Parties — presided over by Joanie — Teddy’s liver eating bride.
Justice Blackmun, of the death penalty ban: “Irresistible pressures were at work on the Justices cloistered in this court.” (Indeed. A separate noose for each, who belong to one of the two Mafia parties, and who owe their jobs — as God — to the Mafia Multinational which owns the Mafia National Government, which owns them.) Re: The press — These “Irresistible forces” were also at work. They ruled to force investigative newsmen (already clamped by the Private Press Mafia and God), to reveal all their secrets to secret Mafia Grand Juries, rigged, as in S.F. by people like Alioto’s Godfather, Waxler’s partner, Lansky’s boy, Papal Knight and Shriner, a Prime accessory to the murder of Mary Jo: Ben Sweig. And family.
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Dickie-”Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel to Switzerland and back to buy more multinational corporations, more Mafia public officials — as at Miami, more countries — with the aid of Alioto’s handmaidens McGucken and Montini, and Daleys Cardinal and Lindsay’s Cardinal Cooke — Dickie’s collaborator who is wired in for next Pope — in the same manner that Cardinal Spellman and Kennedy joined in a Vietnam “Holy Crusade” to preserve the $50 billion a year, tax-free heroin flow, and pursue Fatima #3.
In Saigon, the last of the press was clobbered when it printed a U.S. of Mafia memo assuring Thieu that, in the event of any political overthrow, he would be installed as Monarch of South Vietnam. The following day, Thieu rigged a law through the Viet Congress giving him powers of dictatorship — indefinitely.
Re: A censored press — in America — Congressman Dellums: “There is rampant [Unreadable ] within our government. Democracy is impossible when the overwhelming mass of the American people do not have the information to make sophisticated decisions.”
Says Dickie: “I use press conferences to communicate and inform the people.”
Says Dietrich: “I hereby file a $51million suit against Onassis. He pays the proxy “Hughes” who called me a dirty son-of-a-bitch over the phone.”
Necrophiliac Nader, who deliberately committed the monstrous crime described in the Alfred North White quote: “Roche of GM — since he is a leader — has for that reason a moral duty to lead.” (Nader accepted Onassis’ bribe as a result of my letter. Nader leads a Mafia Necrophiliac Rabbit Run away from the solutions.) Says Nader: “Corporate Mafia conducts murder for profit. We lawyers — me and my Teddy Kennedy friends — should take corporations over so that they can be regulated — by us — me and Teddy. Government should not set up self-regulated bureaus.” He fails to discuss regulation of himself and Teddy and the legal Mafia whom he wants to take over. This, of course, is the Nader-Teddy motive. An alternate to direct presidential control — by Teddy.
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visited Dickie — and suddenly the newspaper monopoly bill passed — with Mitchell’s Justice Department backing off. Hearst made a deal with Dickie. News blackout of Chappaquiddick and “Hughes” in exchange for private Mafia newspaper control.
Late in 1969 — after Chappaquiddick — Dickie appointed Burch and Robert Wells to the FCC to stifle all broadcast and TV news of Chappaquiddick and “Hughes.” Self-regulators — both broadcasters.
Two of Nader’s Necrophiliac boys — Mintz and Cohen — carefully avoiding comment on the two Mafia Parties and the legal Mafia lay it on this way: “There is no efficiency or profit increase via conglomerate mergers. There is less. But the Mafia moves in, buys out, and absorbs and then it has that economic power (not market power) to own the government.” Washed Mafia money owning it all — protected by the Legal Mafia, to which Nader belongs. Covington and Burling (Teddy’s firm) — whom Nader originally assaulted — as a poor boy — are now allies. And Nader’s partner, Eddie Cox, who married Tricia, now professes hero-worship of Poucha Pond John Mitchell, who is currently in hiding as a fugitive from justice.
Say Mintz and Cohen: “The technological imperative reason for giantism is a mask concealing the true state of affairs: Government ownership through economic power — Mafia loot to do it — with Vatican assistance (and Mormon, Episcopal, Methodist, etc. — Man! What a batch of loot.). The handmaidens. Body and soul. Corrupt Mafia government supports the Mafia monopolies such as any part of the banking-industrial-military complex — which in turn purchases the Mafia government which supports it.
Alioto’s Washington anti-trust suits (automatic settlements by firms already convicted in Washington) were part of a nationwide group that brought a half billion in treble damage settlements from firms such as G.E. Mafia IRS then allowed these firms to deduct these settlements as business taxes. All Mafia profited — Alioto to G.E. You paid those missing taxes. Atlantic Richfield and ITT haven’t filed a tax in seven years. In billions, how much do you pay, out of your $150 a week? Did you know you were buying them a Mafia tribute — after the Mafia government took out its commission for collecting from you — or else?

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Quotes Nader’s boys: “Public (Mafia) Government and Private (Mafia Economy) have joined together in a tight embrace. This they call ‘The Establishment.’ ”(And this is what they, also Legal Mafia, wish to take over — with no regulation on themselves. They fail to note the other Mafia handmaiden — The Vatican — like any growing cancer, needs world power — Fatima #3. Just as their “Establishment” needs economic (Mafia) power to own the world and Fatima #3 to assist them to do it. It has ever been thus, from Christ through all the “crusades,” and including the current.
And that’s the blow-off, baby.
1945 Supreme Court: “Freedom of the Press under the First Amendment [Unreadable ] does not sanction suppression of that freedom by private interests.” (Mafia interests) “The purpose is to preserve a marketplace for truth — not monopolization of that market by either government or private license.”
The N.Y.T. turned down $5 million to suppress its Boss Tweed expose — in 1871, How much did they get from Onassis to cover Chappaquiddick and Alioto? From Dickie to cover “Hughes”? “Today a syndicate of Mafia lawyers and brokers simply controls the corporations and buys or controls the offending news organization. Concentration of media ownership by the Mafia is power — political and economic. Censorship is in the conference rooms of the nation’s TV networks (Carlson — Channel 7, ABC, when I first tossed him the Alioto hit-run cookie that elected Dickie. Derrough at CBS, who ran all the way to New York and now has one foot on a plane for the South Pole). And, of course, The NYT gave Cowles $50 million for a few scattered news rags — a back handed payoff — Mafia — for being a “good boy” and backing off on Alioto (the ‘Look’ “Alioto-Mafia Web”).
Anti-trust laws are not enforced. They’re on the books. Just as the Constitution is not enforced. Murder, bribery, treason — hanging offenses, are permitted in the U.S. of Mafia and the Legal Mafia has now taken the death penalty away from the Constitution — in fear for itself.
Senator Hart: “Our economy and our lives are dependent on the benevolence of private interests (Mafia), which are not even national, but international in scope.”

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Quotes Nader’s boys: “Corporate white collar crime is Organized Crime is Mafia Cancer.”
“No national government can now control the multinational corporations which now control the economies of all the non-communist countries.” (McNamara, Onassis and all of Dickie’s boys have been busy.) “Control of the economy is a prerequisite for control of the political structure.”
This, the Mafia has done. Next is Fatima #3 — the only way out for the handmaidens — body and soul — Vatican and Mafia. Today, as in Delaware, the stockholder voice in corporations is eliminated. Only the control group, the Mafia, rules. This is how it is in politics — elimination of any private voice, and the knowledge necessary to use that voice. The Mafia rules. This is how it is in religion — as typified by the Vatican. The Mafia rules. And this is the cancer that has scheduled Fatima #3 — opened in Vietnam by Spellman and Kennedy — a “Holy Crusade.”
Mild Johnson — FCC: “There will be no improvement of regulatory agencies until the political process is improved.” (Mafia Election Process, he speaks of. But he is very short on guts.)
Ownership of mass media is by unregulated Private Government.” (See how polite he is. The word is “Mafia.” “MMORDIS.” “Cancer.”)
And yet, “When ownership of the communications media, of banking, and of the means of production is concentrated in a few Mafia hands,” (which it is) “democratic institutions cannot flourish.” (and they don’t.) To phrase this in President Johnson’s blunt Texas talk: “You’all been pissed on, shit on, and fucked. By us’in. Yuk, yuk, yuk. Ah’ll have a $50 million pyramid. What’ll you’all have?”
Reston, NYT — puzzled: “Something is moving in the U.S. that the candidates, managers and reporters cannot understand.”
This slob — who fucks in the forefront on Mary Jo’s grave — won’t comprehend in a 22 hour period. He can’t spell Chappaquiddick. The history of the world cannot be understood in 5 minutes. Or 22 hours. And if you can’t spell Chappaquiddick, you can’t begin to comprehend. Leaving the 22 hours free for other things, such as navel contemplation, while it rots away.

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Chief Justice Burger, re: “Congressional Immunity “for Brewster: “Bribery has no place in our legislative process.” There — you see — it doesn’t exist — a Supreme Court ruling — by Burger — who gave Onassis a group of ships in 1945, on orders of everyone, including Dewey (In 1944, FDR and Marshall begged Dewey not to release the fact that the Japanese code had been cracked long before Pearl Harbor, and that FDR knew that Pearl Harbor was coming, had provoked it, and welcomed the Pearl Harbor Mafia Murder. “A day that will live in Infamy,” said FDR, completing the infamy begun by Onassis and Kennedy in England, where they Mafia-muscled England and aided Germany in an onslaught — in order to get the Mafia show on the road — Fatima #1. In that 1944 election, Dewey, the crusading D.A. against the Mafia, became a member of the Mafia — and kept the code of Omerta and allowed insane Mafia Roosevelt to be reelected. What’s a little thing like World War II, if it will bring along the Mafia and the Mafia-Vatican-Fatima series? (Current Russians, thinking of Tanya — Russia’s Mary Jo — remember that 30 million of their own were sandwiched into murder in that rigged affair, and watched Prendergrast Mafia Truman playfully atomize 100 thousand at Hiroshima to cap it — and then pursue Fatima #2 in Korea. Cold War all over.) Kennedy opened Fatima #3 for Spellman. That will cap in — one hour flurry — or a 22 hour torture, whichever comes first. Courtesy of the handmaidens. And we can all enjoy the 2 hours and 13 minutes Mary Jo struggled for breath through a busted snorkel on the floor boards of Teddy’s Jesus car in the cold waters of Poucha Pond. “Equal Justice for all,” states the 14th Amendment.
Onassis and the Greek Mafia, with the aid of the CIA (Today, Representative Rangel stated: “The CIA has a paranoiac secrecy about the facts of heroin from Southeast Asia. A total Mafia lid — even though the facts are already out. Like Mafia Burger, the CIA rules that it does not exist.” Like the “too busy to die” mentalist — a frantic hand pushing back a missile.). Anyhow, Onassis took over Greece in 1967 — “to save the country from communism.” Today, the U.S. of Mafia, via the “holy crusade” in Vietnam, Diem-Kennedy murders (plus a few million more), and today’s Mafia heroin monarch, Dickie’s choice — Thieu — is set to take over the world to “save the world from communism.” In Greece: “The Press has been silenced. A network of spies informs on the nation.” And that describes the U.S. of Mafia at Miami today — and Montini’s Mafia Army — Montini, the Deputy of Christ at Auschwitz.

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Dickie’s new man with his Vatican finger in the dike — Gray, FBI — has the job of lidding Bremer. Wallace, the Maf who was shot, goes along — code of Omerta. Says Gray, like Teddy at Chappaquiddick: “It didn’t happen. It doesn’t exist.” “Bremer was too clumsy to be a pro.” “All proceedings on Bremer will be deferred until we can consolidate the lid.” (I just puked again. Archbishop somebody just opened the Mafia Democratic Convention for Mafia O’Brien. “Tis a troubled nation — you need my divine guidance — and I decree it to you. Help the poor. Send a buck to Montini. Elect Teddy.”)
A quote: “Three out of four Americans believe the Wallace gut shot was part of the same conspiracy that gutted all the others.” Combined quotes by accredited humans — experts in various fields, primarily murder: “Bremer was a pawn of a huge world wide ‘financier-industrial’ group. He was brain-washed. He was under some kind of mind control or hypnosis.” (What a massive demonstration of missing guts — the word is “Mafia.” “MMORDIS.” “Cancer.” And the murderers’ names have been passed out — to them.) All psychiatrists who examined Bremer are prohibited from talking. All witnesses to the Greeks who ushered him across Lake Michigan are now in chains. Everything is locked up to allow Mafia ‘72 to proceed. (O’Brien just praised the great American Political Process. Last week he said: “Campaigning is giving the ugliest meaning to the political process. The Nixon law-and-order administration is stooping to tactics that raise the ugliest questions about the integrity of the political process. First Amendment Rights and Civil Rights of myself and Teddy and the Demo Party have been violated. The cover-up of the bugging of our offices by Dickie indicates that he does indeed have something to hide.” He hints — but doesn’t go on. What he refers to is the “cover-up of a deeper fix,” hinted at by Joseph Kraft, another brave, free American who won’t spell it correctly.)
The Supreme Court — six to three — rules that no law governs the two Mafia Parties — to which they belong. Both Mafia Parties are above the law. “They appeared on the scene 150 years ago. There is nothing in the constitution about them. They just rule, that’s all.” In S.F., a reporter asked, “Who are these Party Central Committees who produce candidates for election? Who appoints them? Who selects them for election? Who is John Mack?” He asked both parties, Supreme Court, attorneys, newsmen. The answer: “We don’t know. But they are fine people. Forget it.” They don’t exist, you see. And that, of course, is — by precedent — the resolution. Non-existence. (That’s a vague term, isn’t it?)

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Hannah: “The period from 1870 to 1912 was the filthiest era in American political history. Everybody bought their jobs and aided fellow millionaires.”
The Mafia: “We use taxes as heroin on the people. We learned from Plato, who said: ‘The leaders’ object is to impoverish by the payment of taxes — this compelling the public to devote full time to their daily wants, and therefore, too busy to conspire against him.’ “
Said Betty Waterhouse, maybe a year ago: “I like the Mafia. Why don’t you leave them alone? Don’t think so much. We’ve gotta get your car off the streets. It upsets you.” They did that. And my next car, too. It was parked on the street. A thousand miles later, chemicals ate out the transmission seals. $120 later, and days later, back in use — new seals. A thousand miles later, chemicals ate out the transmission seals — again. In the meantime, after a tamper job on the front wheel alignment at a Tahoe mountain parking lot (Casino), a new tire blew coming down the mountain. We got out of it, and recalled the equipment left near the wheel when we interrupted the tamperers as we came back to the parking lot. Then the transmission blew. No car no more. Of course, this is trouble for me — and expense. And of course, the Mafia Demo Convention was about to start. I wonder what’s planned for me around Dickie’s Mafia Convention time. That’s the one that moved from Dickie’s favorite San Diego to the Mafia Moats of Miami, because of an anonymous ITT letter that went out on the day of the funeral of my father, who’s final murder coup was administered at the time of Dickie’s Peking trip (Quest for world peace — as Dickie’s Fatima #3 bombers obliterated everything in Vietnam except the CIA mule trains carrying heroin to Taiwan Harry Yee, Onassis “Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel and back to Dickie for his reelection.).
The murder coup was a rat poison in common use (Maheu tried to get it to Castro when he was hired by the CIA — McCone, now of ITT — to assassinate Castro — the first of a Maheu string for Onassis). It’s effect is apathy, shortness of breath, and heart attack — too long after administration to detect the murder. No trace. This capped three and one half years of torture for that old man — starting with the Mafia Alioto hit-run on my car on Sept. 16, 1968. Two judges, hearing Alioto, died in a similar fashion — during the middle of Alioto’s trials. He won both cases. Two girls barbecued during the middle of his Mafia trial. He won that one. Hoover died conveniently. So did the McCone-ITT Replacement for CBS’s “Selling Of The Pentagon” Stanton.

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Six more pukes at the Demo Mafia Summit — Larry O’Brien just welcomed the viewing public: “We must tell the American Public the truth. We will tell them the truth.” Mary Jo was murdered by shortness of breath. So was Christ.
Professor Vernon: “Multinationals — in secret — use the U.S. as a means of controlling the economies of other countries. They sit in the structure of long established political and social institutions.” (Read: Mafia and Vatican) “They sprawl across national boundaries — linking assets with an intricasy that threatens the concept of a nation as an integral unit. I suggest a Global Justice Department to regulate multinational Mafia concerns.”
I suggest, as all doctors do, the extraction of the loot first, and then, the extermination of the cancer — for survival — as all doctors do.
In Miami, Harris — Credentials — just praised the justice of Burke Marshall — who ruled on all those “crooked” “Constitutional” matters — chiefly, the Mafia Alioto Humphrey California vote steal from McGovern. Burke Marshall was one of the first hero supporters of Teddy at Chappaquiddick. He came just after Onassis in the cover-up phone calls. I suggest that he be classified cancer — and so treated. Or do we call it murder, treason and conspiracy? No, we can’t do that. The Supreme Court has banned the death penalty for any crimes, including those. So, it must be cancer. This is logic. And that is cause for immediate extermination — with 100% human approval — including the Supreme Court. There has never been a ban on the killing of cancer. And millions of firm precedents approving it . By everybody — at all times — including those nine cancer cells on the Supreme Court, who fuck frantically on Mary Jo’s grave — and declare Burke Marshall’s Mafia Party Law to take precedence over Constitutional law. Burke Marshall used a spade digging Mary Jo’s grave with one hand. His other hand was engaged in the average American practice toward the site of Mary Jo’s grave. Like Moslems to Mecca. (In Miami, just now, Alioto spoke: “The vote to stop McGovern in favor of my Mafia boy — Humphrey — is in the lap of the Gods. And right now the Gods aren’t speaking to us.” This is true. And then the camera panned to Pat Wyman, wife of the national director of Hubert’s campaign. She, too, was sad. And she looked just the same as on around Oct. 8, 1971 — at a dinner during the “assassination threat — aborted” — Nader’s non-appearance at the miserably flopped consumer attempt at a third political party. The dining

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room was empty. Tables full of salads — and me — hungry. She charges up. “I’m Pat Wyman.” (I could see this on the big tag.) “ Who are you?” I told her, and suggested that together we eat all of the salads and when the rest arrived they wouldn’t know that they had missed anything. She: “My husband is with Diamond Match and he is always busy and I just don’t know what to do with myself. Most of the people here are not consumers. They are wealthy and business oriented. Don’t you agree?” Me: “You forgot the Mafia. I know them all. And I see many here.” She: “Then you know Paganini?” Me: “No, I don’t know Paganini.” She: “Nader is wrong when he says that wealth over a certain amount should be taken away from people, isn’t he?” Me: “Nader is a craven coward.” She: “He begged out of this appearance because of Washington business. I can’t see anything that would stop him from being here at a meeting as important as this.” Me: “That isn’t the reason he’s not here.” She: “Here comes everybody. I’ll join you at this table.” She discussed a teenage son who was trying to turn hippie and that they had sent him to Italy to see the world and straighten himself out. I mentioned that it was impossible to put a lid on a volcano and suggested waiting it out with an air of omniscience until he became impressed and started asking for aid from such a simple PR promoted image. Said she: “You look lonesome. We’ll find a girl for you,” and then Bill walked up (an old friend). We talked. Said he: “We’ve been shafted too long, we’re fighting back.” He left. And she, in surprise: “You do have a friend in the room!” Dinner over. Jeff O’Connell (University of Illinois Law Professor) spoke: “I am told we have very important people in the room. Therefore, I have a speech.” He parused John Rothschild’s article on the Mafia and the Pope. Said he: “The Mafia had to take over the whole economy — they were losing money on crime. The Pope has the best racket of all — he sells blue sky.” (It was a pre-release of Rothschild’s article in the following month’s Washington Monthly.) Pat Wyman cringed with every jab. I don’t remember any words from her after I whispered a correction to her of an O’Connell statement — said he: “The Mafia takes 30% of the Gross National Product.” I whispered to her, “It was 41% as of last week. He’s wrong.” I can’t remember her after that. No words. Nothing. I don’t remember her leaving the table. And I waited until everybody left, because I wanted to talk to Bill. And I spoke to O’Connell later. If Pat Wyman had furnished girls for me — and Bill and O’Connell — we could have salvage something out of Nader’s Consumer Pratfall. After all, we were in a hotel — Mafia Del Webb’s Towne House in Mafia Alioto’s San Francisco.

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Senator Metcalf states that via stock control, major banks control it all. I won’t go into it. In brief: “Corporate Secrecy is tighter than the Mafia Swiss banks. No one knows who owns or controls the stock in the super corporations. Dick Casey — Crooked Casey, proven — won’t give it out.” (Just as Mafia Mitchell won’t give out the names of Mafia Dickie’s Mafia ‘campaign fund’ bribers — neither will any of the Super Corporations, such as ITT. This — your life or death, they say, is ‘privileged and confidential.’ So die — Vietnam, Poucha Pond, Fatima #3, whatever. The corporate effect. Multinational murder. Names like ITT, McCone, Onassis — current leader of Mafia Family Kennedy.
Bishop Don Camara, San Raefe, Brazil (who was exiled there after he printed the fact that Montini is one-half Jewish — his mother — and wheels and deals with Freemasonry around the world — working both sides of the Mafia Street — and who speaks words similar to what you read in here), is under a current sentence of assassination by the Vatican Mafia that owns Brazil. They hung Camara’s Priest assistant on a cross in Camara’s church. Very dead. The Vatican Mafia death sentence on Camara is printed in the Brazilian Mafia Press.
Cardinal Spellman, hero of Kennedy’s Vietnam “Holy Crusade” (now pursued viciously as Fatima #3, by Dickie), knocked Bishop Sheean down completely — out of Papal contention, because Sheean refused to kickback millions (from his TV pleas) to Spellman. Sheean said publicly that Spellman’s “Holy Crusade” in Vietnam was the rottenest deed in history. Pius XII of course, boiled at this and knocked Sheean down — hard. Sheean now is a beaten, secluded 77 year old man. He reminds me somewhat of Father Mootz, who arranged for me to see “some papers” from Tisserant — who was also disillusioned, as was Mary Jo. And dead, too.
Me, to Fellmeth, Feb. 14, 1971: “Would you like the names and crimes of all the congressmen who are Mafia?” Three months later — me, to Fellmeth in St. Louis: “You’re running the wrong way to see those files. Shall I mail you the names and crimes of all the congressmen who are Mafia?” Fellmeth, both times: “I have to go now.” Today, Nader announces that Fellmeth, his partner, will release a year long study of Congress in October. In it, you will find no mention of Mafia — and a

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total absence of reference to legal Mafia — to which most of Congress (those who don’t belong to the banking Mafia, industrial Mafia, and Mafia-Mafia) belong, along with Nader and Fellmeth and Eddie Cox (the original trio), Teddy’s friends.
Me: “Is Nader Mafia?” Harry Miller: “I don’t know. His friends influence him.” His friends are Teddy and the legal Mafia that dead-fucks Mary Jo. And skinny Harry flails away daily. And Kay Pachtner and Neil Gendel. (Said he: “I quit Attorney General Younger. He’s a phony. I can’t get help convicting Mafia.” Said Pachtner, after Alioto had kicked her in the ass on her consumer affairs group: “Someone has to break the insane shuffling of consumer complaints from one Mafia agency to another, as our D.A. Ferdon and the Mafia B.B.B. do.”) And before all this, I told Pachtner and she told Gendel this entire shit. She, for both, accepted a dinner invitation to go over evidential documents. They didn’t show. They were out dead-fucking with skinny Harry under the moon — aiming at Pennsylvania, U.S.M. (U.S. of Mafia), where Mary Jo is festering. (Pachtner today runs up and down the street pushing defunct GM cars back to the shop for Nader — pausing now and then to have an orgy toward Pennsylvania. Busy. “Too busy.” Too busy to die.)
Senator Nelson (also a cousin of Proxmire’s niece), who has read these papers — just made a speech, in genuine fear. Said he: “The heart and soul of the Democratic Party is at stake tonight,” and, ominously, “under the eyes of the entire world. Remember that. If we lie, cheat and steal now, we are dead. If we are not honest now, there is no hope. Do not let Alioto and Humphrey and Wyman steal these California votes from McGovern.” (Joanie’s telethon flopped. The Mafia won’t [Unreadable ] up for a loser. They’ll blow it on Dickie — and assassinate McGovern, even though he fronts for Teddy.) Said Nelson, sadly: “Civilizations disappear because of just such a visible fraud.” The vote was close. Old ladies knitted and young ones giggled. Mafia faces that I saw on TV yawned, waiting for the Kennedy blitz. The archbishops were sad. Nelson sweated this out. And at 2:00 a.m., the entire Mafia Demo Convention, including Nelson, walked out under the Miami moon — and dead-fucked in the general direction of Mary Jo (Security was too tight to get her photo up in place of Johnson’s — they put his back up again) — a fucking frenetic fandango, led by Shirley Chisholm and Willie Brown and the Black Caucus, and Mafia

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Sinatra’s Shirley MacLaine, Pierre Salinger and the White Caucus and Chicano caucus. Christ, they were all out there dead-fucking. Mafia Alioto looked funny humped over a palm tree. Pat Wyman and innocent eyed broads, drooling in a frenzy. Moon over the Mafia Moats of Miami.
Wallace, sourly (disappointed at McGovern’s quick win): “I think I’ll knock the hay down where the goats can get at it.”
Dickie, in fright: “Please don’t hold any public hearings on my CIA bugging of Mafia Larry O’Brien and the Mafia Democratic headquarters. Don’t prosecute that million dollar suit. Such a thing would ruin the Republican Mafia party, and, after all, we hang together — or we hang separately. Remember, liver eating Joanie’s telethon was to raise money for both Mafia Parties — the Two Mafia Party system — and that includes us.”
The Archbishops, sadly: “We quote our Pope: ‘I was vested with the sublime and exceptional dignity of the Deputy of Christ.’ ‘God has chosen me to suffer in a church troubled by protest and change.’ ‘A vote for Teddy would ease my suffering.’ “
Heinrich Boll (from Germany): “America cannot lose a war — a crusade in Vietnam, initiated by Cardinal Spellman. The U.S. president is elected by a shit method — and he determines the survival of the balance of the world.”
Teddy: “The quality of justice is invincible. We will have it for all of us, or it will survive for none.” This is true.
In Chicago, this day — Hanrahan waived a jury trial on the charges that he murdered Hampton and Clark. That throws the decision into the hands of a Mafia judge, appointed and owned by Mafia Daley and on up the Mafia ladder. Hanrahan, of course, will be acquitted. Garry was the lifetime attorney of the two murdered men, Hampton and Clark, murdered on Dec. 4, 1969 — after Chappaquiddick — to suppress the connection to the Nov.1, 1963, double Diem-Kennedy murder day, and the abortion of its Chicago end (Kennedy), until Dallas — three weeks later.
San Francisco, this day — the fighting attorney for these dead men — Garry —

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July 10, 1972
(The previous 19 pages were delivered to Garry, by me, this afternoon. Two separate versions — future scripts of his reaction — had already gone out. One will be scratched. The other hit very close.)
At 3:00 p.m. — appointment — his office. The expected wait — a half hour. During that period, the smell of Mafia-CIA was strong. From McTernan’s office came a client who looked me over. Then came McTernan. In and out several times, peeking. Then Garry’s client left — same Mafia smell — peeking. Secretaries, very studiously, do not recognize, peek or anything (all are new to me). Garry said “Come in.” Me: “I know you’re busy. Read the first three pages — five minutes — and it will take care of the matter.” (The first three pages are a repeat of the entire legal affair — the offer made in April — verbally — to Garry.) He scanned them — flipped them back. He: “Tell me what it says. I can’t read.” So I proceeded to read the pages to him. “No,” he said, “don’t read, tell me.” Me: “But Mr. Garry, these words are concise, true, and the quickest way. Alfred George White’s quote, for instance,” and I read it. “No,” he said, “don’t read it, tell me.”
The attorney for Hampton and Clark. They were murdered. Me: “All right, today, in Chicago, their murderer Hanrahan was acquitted by a Daley Mafia judge. I will offer evidential proof of the entire Mafia hierarchy, Daley on up, that participated in that. I have new and heretofore unknown evidence relating to a group of murderers — right back to the murder of Christ. Using your Mafia legal right to defend your clients, dead Hampton and Clark, you sign a letter — written by you, or by me — which I will pay for and mail — to fifty of the bravest of the brave Americans, who have so professed their bravery. Cold legal facts, relating to not only Hampton and Clark, but Mary Jo, JFK, Bobby, Martin Luther King, Yablonskis — thousands of others — right back to the murder of Christ. Two thirds of the world have been given these facts in order to defend themselves from Fatima #3. These fifty are entitled to know the solution to the murders they’re interested in — by way of the solution to Hampton and Clark, and the murder of Christ, pursued, as we know, by Israeli attorney David. These fifty are, apparently, the only fifty Americans who have the guts to stand on Concord Bridge and fight tyranny. The other 206 million Americans are holding Mary Jo’s busted nose under the waters of Dyke Bridge, selling heroin for the

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Part 3

only, cancer, and criminal, only, apathy) — and you arrive at a startling amount of individual loot.
Is that you — who read this — who daily masticate Onassis crap and pay the 41% tribute to the Mafia? For years, this “group” has been “watching” you. “Who for?” That’s what it’s all about.
When you’ve read this you will look in a mirror — sometime — and say, “I’m not cancer. I don’t breed cancer. What can I do about it, anyhow? I’m just one person — just one lone brave, free American. Besides, I don’t want any trouble. I’ll just join the Chappaquiddick crowd and run in total secrecy. If the “Big Bang” gets here — so what? The Pope tells me to meekly turn the other cheek. And where do you go from him, God?” And you’ll go back to your Onassis TV.
You will not remember what you’ve just read. What one man did. Verified and out to “doctors” who use meat axes for scalpels and don’t much care for the cancerous patient anyhow. If the hanging doesn’t get done here — and missiles and “big bang” make it first, you won’t even remember “why?” But when you get there — I’ll be there to repeat it to you and assign you to your eternity Yo-Yo. That’s my deal. I figure I’ve already eased my father’s path — and accept Chappaquiddick Dickie’s presidential dictum for my own — “Fuck America. My family comes first.”

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This is still March 14, 1972, and, as I said, these events (started on Sept. 16, 1968) are mushrooming fast. As noted — this day — Irving’s “Hughes” hoax case quickly closed by Mafia Justice and Mafia Hoover’s “deal”: no more mention of Irving’s proof of Hughes’ captivity and death. Previously — the “Hughes” flight from Vegas because of Merryman’s release of papers — and Merryman’s murder — and Maheu’s firing because he was suspect. Then Maheu’s $50 million suit — payment for assassinations. My calls that chased him out of the Bahamas.
All right. just now — a series of news reports (Remember the Irving papers finally flushed out a phony “Hughes” voice in denial): 1. Maheu goes to court tomorrow demanding the physical presence of “Hughes” in court (and Maheu has the most potent blackmail — bribes to Nixon, Humphrey, etc. in 1968, for instance — plus presidential protection as the assassin of JFK, Martin Luther King and Bobby). 2. The Democratic Mafia just announced investigation into other major corporation bribes of Nixon — expanding the ITT bribe investigation. This means it must get into Onassis-”Hughes” (GM, Lockheed, Hughes Tool, all of it). Congress itself could not avoid demanding the physical presence of Hughes — soon, maybe tomorrow.
The “body” of “Hughes” has become prominent. How does Onassis put it out of reach?
Onassis’ Hughes Rosemont blocked all publication about “Hughes.” Prosecuted Irving. Made a “deal.” But they allowed one of their own — Eaton — to get out a magazine story — undenied, unchallenged, unprosecuted — which was based around one point — one point only — that Hughes specified that upon his death, he be immediately sealed in a cryogenically sealed capsule in order that he be brought back to life a hundred years from now. No one could tamper with that capsule for those hundred years (That’s better than Warren’s 75 year secrecy on JFK).
There’s no cryogenics firm in Nicaragua. The only ones I know of are in the United States. 3.) Tonight Mafia dictator Somoza of Nicaragua announced “Hughes” departure for the United States. Onassis Mafia aides remain to clean up Nicaraguan affairs and affirm the “Hughes” United States presence.
No one can predict the future. Right? (Unless he knows the delineation line direction from the past.) And so it is that “Hughes” will “die” — in brave, free, Mafia America — soon — and be immediately cryogenically sealed.
And this paper will complicate that. By a 24 hour watch on the cryogenic joints (there aren’t many) — and a little trick with the real, already dead (April 16, 19__) recovered body of Howard Hughes — now on ice, elsewhere.
Said strike Force Team Sullivan and partner to me: “You have just been through the biggest con game in history.” Said De Hory: “Hughes has been dead nearly a year.” Said Irving: “He’s dead, but I made a deal. Nixon won’t let me talk.” Said Jimmy The Greek: “He’s dead. And it’s the biggest conspiracy in history. The government is in it up to it’s ass. I want to go somewhere. This isn’t safe.”
That’s right. They’ll all hang. I inter my father’s remains tomorrow. He knew of the cryogenic bit a year ago. What’ll you bet that the body that goes in the capsule — they’ll try — won’t be that of Merryman?

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March 18, 1972
There has been another interruption.
A few days ago I went out to Cypress Lawn on the matter of my father’s interment.
The same group of assholes cover that grave cover Mary Jo’s, Newsom’s nieces’, Christ’s, 40 million from World War II (30 million of those were Russians), and batches from Vietnam and other wars, and private assassinations, such as JFK, Martin Luther King, Bobby, the Yablonski family, Joan Tunney’s husband, Eugenie Niarchos — the entire group — Popes to Presidents, Senators, Judicial and Press, Corporate to private murder — all the collective branches of cancer Mafia — MMORDIS — rest there too.
It is some comfort to know of the massive interment arranged for this murderous, treasonous cancer Mafia group. Cancer alone — or cancer along with the breeding apathy group. Business wise — as they compute murder — the larger that group, the more the loot to each of those fighting that cancer. Of course, we could all go. Whatever it takes to kill the cancer. All doctors agree with this.
The question is: Do you wish to be rich and free of cancer — or dead with it? And you no longer have the right to make the decision. Your apathy keeps you on the fence. Others are making that decision — people with potent meat axes — and there will be no one on the fence. Fence sitters are the breeding ground of cancer, and that’s cancer, and it goes.
All right. Back on Aug. 1, 1969, two weeks after Chappaquiddick (and a half hour before I told him the answers of Chappaquiddick), I asked Greenagel, “What’s Carlson doing about that Alioto hit-run ten and a half months ago, on my car, that elected Nixon?” Said he: “He started in October, 1968, with your handful of papers and now he has volumes to release. Five reporters are working on it.” (I assumed it was the hit-run, the Mafia Election Process, the Howard Hughes Mafia Money Funnel of Onassis, and the new thing — Chappaquiddick — and I was shocked to learn — several weeks later — that on Election Day, 1968, Nixon had put a clamp on everything — and instead released raw files on Alioto’s Mafia connections for Carlson to copy into his article for Look — “The Alioto Mafia Web” and raw Treasury files for a prosecution of Alioto on bribery charges in Washington) Said I: “What’s Mitchell been doing about it?” “He’s been working hard,” said Greenagel, “and everywhere those reporters go, Justice has been there ahead of them — and the FBI and the CIA.” (That fit — then — since local papers were quoting that every phone in the Hall of Justice was tapped and all the local chiefs were making their calls from phone booths — and those too were tapped. Once more I was shocked, several seeks later — when Lillo offered me a bribe that started with a million and wound up “What do you want?!” — and I learned that those Justice, FBI, and CIA people had been around all right — but only for the burying of evidence, disappearance of witnesses and discrediting of anything they could) Me: “My attorney, Wright, wants to sue everybody for many millions. Why don’t you help him in that process?” Greenagel: “We don’t like him. We won’t help him. Besides, what have you got?” Then I told him the solution to Chappaquiddick — and he went silent. So did everybody else (At that time Johnson made a special trip to Washington and warned Dickie, “We hang together or we hang separately.” Later, in defending himself against the Pentagon Papers, he repeated that phrase in his book, “Vantage Point.”) Next day I handed Mack a written summary of Chappaquiddick, elaborated verbally — and offered Mitchell the proceeds — for Justice from million dollar suits. Mack went pale — and silent — and refused to assist in furnishing any attorneys. The total block was on. Ten days later, back to Greenagel — with the first volume of the whole history. Instructions: “If you like them (these papers), act on them and arrest them all. If not, call me and I’ll come and get them.” While I was waiting in his outer office, a man came out and stared at me for a while. That man, I was later to see in the paper,

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was James Browning (“Peek-a-Boo” I call him), who became the U.S. Attorney hero on the following Feb. 1, 1970, on the same day that Alioto transferred Police Chief Cahill to the job of Security Guard at the Telephone Company, in order to sit on the Chappaquiddick phone calls — from Tunney to Teddy and from Teddy to Alioto.
At the same time, I took some of my stones to Mack and discussed the sale of them by Nixon — and the gift to Mrs. Nixon. Two weeks later I knew what that action was and started selling them to foreigners — with the history — and purchasing such things as the Onassis diary (A year later I finally went to Mack’s office and picked that batch up. They were still in his drawer).
And this of course was about the same time as Lillo’s bribe offer and the issuance of Carlson’s “Alioto Mafia Web” story.
Another volume went to Greenagel (and others, of course) on Jan. 31, 1970, one day before Browning took over as U.S. Attorney. And another volume went to Greenagel on April 29, 1970 — on the day after Judge Janet Aitken refused to let me describe these matters in court — under oath (That was the day Dickie issued the order to invade Cambodia — at that hour — when I appeared in Janet Aitken’s court — she had already mailed my bail money back to me on the day before that hearing. At the time she was running for election to a higher court. She lost, of course, and then was made an Asst. U.S. Attorney under Browning. Mack was her campaign manager. Mack had told me on August 1, 1969, that Aitken and Browning were the two between whom Nixon would select the new U.S. Attorney).
But the treason doesn’t stop here — with these cancerous murderers. Let’s talk about their connection to Taiwanese-Laotian heroin. Way back, just after Chappaquiddick, I had told Mack that 80% of the world’s supply came from Laos — the Golden Triangle, not Turkey, which always has been a joint Mafia-Justice decoy (This I know from my ex-wife — locked up in Hanoi after Dien Bien Phu — the French Consul’s daughter in Phnom Penh — and other sources connected with my stones).
This heroin is one of the Onassis (and Government ) keys to the Vietnam War. The other commercial elements enter along with the heroin — oil, for instance (Remember: Indonesian Oil and Barbara Phillips’ reaction to this), and the second party to the deal is the Vatican. Spellman’s “Holy Crusade” that Sheean objected to so loudly they canceled him out of contention as the next Pope (substituting Terence Cooke, whom Dickie collaborated with — and Daniel Schorr labeled a “traitor.”) Diem’s father, Archbishop Thuc, was the Roman Catholic prelate of South Vietnam. Diem’s brother, Nhu, barbecued the Buddhists. JFK and Bobby’s mild objection to the raw nature of the dope running (via CIA Air America to Taiwan — Chiang Kai Shek to Tommy The Cork Corcoran and on into the Onassis Hughes Mafia Money Funnel — cleansing by Florida and New York Banks through Onassis’ Swiss Bank — and back to purchase all public officials — starting with President Nixon — and other contenders on down) — and the raw nature of the 10% Catholic Mandarin persecution of the Buddhists — largely, the taking of their land, won at Dien Bien Phu — and then their overthrow of Diem — was the motive for their murders — a fact Mary Jo uncovered in L.A. in Bobby’s files after his death and confirmed while working in Jersey City for convicted Mayor Whelan — just before she went to Chappaquiddick, boiling. (Tommy The Cork Corcoran was Roosevelt’s advisor and on of the Kennedy’s closest business partners)
All right. World publicity about any heroin arrest connected with Turkey. For instance, the Turkish Senator caught a week ago at Marseilles with $10 million worth. Headlines — even in San Francisco. And early this year — banner headlines

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about the biggest heroin catch in history — of Marseilles — $500 million worth — an accidental catch by two honest cops. Turkish stuff. The world of dope prosecutors deliberately decoyed to Marseilles and Turkey. With complete cooperation of U.S. Government leaders (now, who would that be?). Just after Chappaquiddick — to blackmail silence about the Murder of Mary Jo — Senator Tunney, the Chappaquiddick murderer, punched Dickie. “Nixon is pushing Indo China control — he will never leave — in order to keep open the opium routes.” This is a quote. And as Dickie stepped off the plane from a round-the-world trip he shook hands with a waiting Teddy — fresh from the Chappaquiddick cover-up inquests. A bargain. A deal. Of the Mafia, by the Mafia, for the Mafia. When the Pentagon Papers hit, Senator Gravel punched Nixon. He cried, “The complete dishonor of the United States pushing heroin along with the lowest Indo Chinese — and fighting a war to sustain their joint heroin venture — sickens me.” Gravel was censured by the Senate and a lid went on him. Ellsberg, of course, has dropped from sight. The Legal Mafia — headed by Mitchell — has him buried. And the ITT bribery of Nixon and Mitchell — prosecution pushed by the Chappaquiddick murder twins of Teddy and Tunney — massive lying denials by Mitchell and Nixon — follows the same pattern of massive Mafia blackmail used to cover up the Alioto hit-run that elected Nixon and exposed the Mafia election process, Chappaquiddick — which did the same, and the Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel, assassinations — pick a few: JFK, Martin Luther King, Bobby, Yablonski, Eugenie Niarchos, John Tunney’s sister’s husband, Newsom’s nieces — and a host of others. It’s all the same group, the same pattern. Dickie jumped in — eagerly — in 1957 — “Fuck America” — with his first Onassis bribe that helped Onassis set up the funnel. Onassis and the Pope pushed JFK into the dope running business in Vietnam. But a huge group has been in it during all the years Hoover’s been sitting on the lid. Hoover grew up in the business with Joseph P. Kennedy and Roosevelt and Tommy Corcoran and Onassis. The takeover of “Hughes” was a minor matter for such a massive cancerous group. The hyping of a nation was easy. Heroin for many — clobbered apathy and bribes for most. Shit for the rest — to eat.
All right. Back to Alioto’s San Francisco. U.S. Attorney Browning’s town. Assistant U.S. Attorney Aitken’s town (She took U.S. Attorney Metzger’s place — he was convicted — and released — for running dope. The legal Mafia got him off and today he is — yes — a leading attorney) (or was it Ladar’s place? He was in charge of the Criminal Division for the U.S. Attorney’s office. He covered up a gang rape by some friends of his and, when caught in that one fix, resigned. The legal Mafia got him off and today he is — yes again — a leading attorney).
Sept. 15, 1971 — last year. One month before the U.N. vote that ousted dope pushing Taiwan (run by Chiang Kai Shek and Cardinal Yu Pin — of the 10% Vatican group that rules the 90% Taiwanese — same shuffle as in Vietnam — two weeks before I hit Neilson Green with the Peking phrase “Chappaquiddick Big Dickie, Little Dickie and Alioto,” and “Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel” phrase that sent Kissinger scurrying back to Peking to “check the agenda” — his being there at U.N. vote time lost 6 votes. My stones and history of this cost 37 more — and, voila, Taiwan was out — and China was in).

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Sept. 15, 1971 — Don Warner drove a semi truck from the S.F. docks — U.S. President Lines — to importer Harry Yee, Lombard Street, San Francisco. Don had FBI clearance — had been delivering these truck loads for eight months. At the Yee warehouses — a gigantic FBI, Secret Service, Justice, Customs raid. Inspectors snapped the dishes. They were made of sugar, opium and heroin — mixed. They had come from Japan. The heroin and opium had come from the Golden Triangle, on CIA Air America planes — rented by the CIA base at Long Chang in Laos (they are still there) to the Air America base in Taiwan. It was then shipped to Japan — pressed into dishes — and delivered via U.S. President Lines to S.F., where Don delivered it to respected S.F. Chinatown Civic Leader — Taiwanese Chinese Harry Yee. The loot from the sale of the dope was to go through Tommy The Cork Corcoran and the Hughes tax-free Medical Research Foundation (which Dickie arranged the tax-free status for), which owns most of the “Hughes” empire — tax-free — to Florida banks (Miami National, Citibank, NYL, for instance), to Onassis’ Swiss banks for washing and then to reappear — “clean” — through the “Hughes” tax-free Medical Research Foundation — to purchase all public officials — from Nixon here to dictators everywhere (the CIA aids in this), and as much of the U.S. and World economy as rigged stock purchases will buy (Lockheed, for instance, which recently received a U.S. guaranteed government loan — and GM, from whence came Body Count McNamara, and the half mill bribe to Nader to get off Teddy’s ass and stick to bum deodorants). 26 years of notes had been kept on the Laotian Golden Triangle producer. 10 years of the Air America CIA supply connection in Taiwan, 6 years on the Japanese end. They had known of Harry Yee for 25. But this time there was a hitch. Some of the CIA and FBI people in on it had seen friends hooked on this shit — and suddenly sickened. They revolted and forced this actual raid — seizing the timing (as I did at Neilson-Green at just before the critical U.N. vote on ousting dope pushing Taiwan). This was the biggest dope haul in history — from Laos. $6 billion worth. Six billion. One of the dissidents — the chemist who went through the sheds to estimate the quality and the value — announced this — publicly and in a loud voice to Don — and 25 other teamsters who had gathered there — and deliberately dwelt on the dope route (what he did was to “be careless” about “secret information” just as my “carelessness” in getting these papers to Nader results in their turning up in Moscow and Peking). He also stressed that it was a mix of opium and heroin.
Those Teamsters walked away knowing many things. 1.) The source of the biggest dope haul in history (known, that is) — the Golden Triangle in CIA Laos(not Turkey) — where the Vietnam war, started by Onassis-Kennedy and Vatican Spellman-Thuc, and continued by Johnson-Nixon, still rages and the CIA there now range 200 miles into China searching for a new thing — a mineral, 2.) The existence of a heroin refinery in the U.S. (the mix of Opium in the haul) and probably in Alioto’s San Francisco, where the group ran illegal booze at the same time Onassis and Joseph P. Kennedy were bringing illegal booze and opium into Boston in 1932 — the original blackmail and treason,

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that captured Roosevelt and Churchill and Hoover and Tommy The Cork Corcoran (Roosevelt’s advisor, Kennedy’s advisor, and permanent “legal counsel” to the Soong’s — Madame Soong is Chiang Kai Shek’s wife and it is the remnants of Chiang’s Koumintang in the Golden Triangle who initiate 80% of the world’s supply of heroin) — and one of those for whom Maheu performed “services” after he quit the FBI in 1948 (others being Niarchos and Onassis), and before he — Maheu — took on the CIA-paid job of assassinating Castro in 1961, just before he went to work for Onassis in assassinating JFK , Martin Luther King and Bobby — and winds up today suing Onassis for $50 million for performance of these functions (Madame Nhu — Diem’s brother’s wife — the “Dragon Lady” — is only a minor CIA Air America pusher, compared to Chiang) — anyhow, captured Roosevelt and Churchill to such an extent that World War II — arranged partially by Joseph P. Kennedy and Onassis (check Churchill’s part of the just released “25 year secrecy” English papers) — became a “blot out” necessity.
(And by now you probably realize why it is that Fatima #3 is a “blot out” necessity of this monstrous group. Many reasons — the expose of the Vatican part in the cover-up of Christ, Mary Jo Kopechne, World War II (the Deputy of Christ and Auschwitz), assassinations — and the murder of my father — and the parallel expose of the other Mafia branch — MMORDIS — that includes everything from Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel, and everybody’s blackmail — from Hoover, both ways. And why it is that the other half — no, the other two thirds — now aware of this — finds an equal urgency. And there is — now — nose to nose with missiles. That’s enough. Why discuss a new thing?)
Both know the answer is the killing of the cancer. This side — the pure cancer side — won’t kill itself. The other side might do it for us. But because of other elements there is a hesitation. And the great bulk of America sits in Mafia shit up to the snorkel — total apathy — without a spine — brave, free Mafia Americans — votes stolen, economy stolen, pride, honor, everything gone — murder, treason. bribery, anything the Onassis-Hughes Mafia Money Funnel Way Of Life — and waits for they know not what…
I do.
All right. So those teamsters learned something Sept. 15, 1971. How did the press and legal Mafia cover that up? Easy. They couldn’t have the Taiwan-Vietnam dope thing exposed with the entire Vatican and U.S. hierarchy fighting desperately to keep Heroin Taiwan. And the vote a month away. Reagan, Agnew, Connally, Nixon — all poised for support trips to Taiwan. Buckleys, Alsops, and other Vatican mouths all poised to destroy the U.N.
So — in the press — back pages — a small article on the raid — small local value — seven million, I think. Don Warner and the Teamsters — and the CIA-FBI dissidents were boiling. As with the Merrymans (caught between a rock and a hard place), some contacted me. In court —

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Yes — Peek-A-Boo Browning — Greenagel’s boy — U.S. Attorney Browning — and his Assistant U.S. Attorney — Janet Aitken — who — in total treason — kept the lid on me — and the entire history — in her courtroom, April 28, 1970, while Dickie — confident of using part of this for his re-election — at that hour, decided to invade Cambodia. But they hadn’t counted on this sudden CIA-FBI defection. So — closed court, secret one, only witnesses, closed decision — nothing more heard about Harry Yee. Greenagel’s Browning, Mack’s Aitken, Carlson’s “Mafia Web”, Best (Nixon’s campaign manager), Nolan (the Hearst Mafia columnist) — all were present in that court- room to keep the lid on six billion from Taiwan and Laos. And three months later sponsor banner headlines about $500 million — “from Turkey” — “The biggest dope haul in history.”
I, of course, explained to some of the dissidents (CIA, FBI) and some of the teamsters why these things happened — the entire history. I’m a bit careless too. In fact, I don’t give a shit about anything. Except for killing cancer. I’ve already arranged for that — total. Including the apathy that breeds it.
While waiting, I jab harpoons just to prime the background for a symphony — a Mafia chorus. Here or there.
And now you can understand why it was that — two weeks after that $6 billion Yee opium raid — when I laid in CIA Neilson-Green about “Chappaquiddick Big Dickie, Little Dickie and Alioto,” “Onassis-Hughes,” the stone/history sales to embassies, the Nader assassination, the “Greenagel-Fred Martin” Russian phrases, the U.N. vote, and the fact that there is no difference between Mafia, CIA, FBI, and IBM, Robert A. Maheu committed all the assassinations — and on and on — why it was that they paled, and meekly crawled, and left town, and Nader canceled, and the funny phone calls and a hundred FBI — count ‘em — combing the town “for a few bookies” — appeared on that day — to prevent any of the “Mary Jo Kopechne Public Interest Research Groups” from contacting anybody. And why the hard core Mafia moved in — enmasse — to take over the Association Of California Consumers and kill any political formation of consumers. And why Sylvia Siegal called Nader “Shit.”
Read the description of those events again. It’ll help you to understand why Dickie gave Taiwan back to China on his recent trip. World Peace, he says. His only concern is getting out and covering up and keeping the lid on. That’s what Hoover’s doing. And all of them. There is no Congress at all. No government. Total squabble over who bribed who. Or everybody running for re-election. Or everybody blackmailing everybody else. Teddy and Tunney on Nixon and Mitchell — and on and on — a Mafia Shit Pit.
More important is the haste of the legal Mafia to remove the death penalty — from everything — specifically treason and murder. For it is that of which they are guilty. Bribery became treason in 1932. Murder is still murder. And collusion, conspiracy, and being an accessory before or after the fact of murder and treason — whether it be war criminality, or heroin, or just neglect — of which they are publicly participating in right now — these are hanging offenses.

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Alioto? Let’s see. I offered him to Nixon — on a cross — in October, 1968. Blackmail and stall ever since. Legal Mafia at work. As all Mafia, since Hoover got in, he’ll get off. The judge — in a civil trial — drew up jury instructions that almost ensure a verdict of “innocent.” Alioto’s blackmail is really potent. He’s read these papers. He nominated Humphrey. In 1967, Onassis and Teddy Kennedy were recorded in a conversation in which they stated that Alioto, the new S.F. Mayor, would some day be president. Onassis buys all the presidents — so if he says so — that’s the way it is.
He (Alioto) figures deep in this Taiwan dope route. Harry Yee is an old friend.
In the Mafia, he’s bigger than Hoover. In the Vatican, he’s bigger than McGucken. The Pope speaks of Alioto for Cardinal. And that’s potent power — hierarchy ranking in both of the handmaiden groups — Vatican and Mafia. And although Nixon is the one who murdered my father — he was pressured to do so by the handmaidens who own him — these same handmaidens of history.
They’ll all hang. Here or there. On the basis of their own epitaphs — quoted in oaths of office: “Aiding The Enemy Within And The Enemy Without.” The Pope wrote a constitution declaring himself to be Christ (He wrote it, I didn’t.). And that’s part of my deal. I want to get the man off the cross. And the Pope said he wanted to be Christ and save humanity. So be it. That cross will soon be vacant. The Pope’s own words. I believe him and I will see that that is done.
Teddy’s Mafia brother said it — “Ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country.” President Kennedy’s words. Teddy, like the Pope for humanity, can confess and mount his cross.
Actually, I think it’ll boil down to the 22 hour bit — when I know the Mafia chorus will be sung.
My car stalled at the cemetery. I asked Nixon and Mitchell and the Insurance Mafia to come out and fix it in October, 1968. They didn’t show. And since, if any of us are still here, it will be stuck on the top of the Washington National Monument, I think I’d better fix it. That takes money. No brave, free American Mafia will buy my historic stones or my father’s historic coins. That’s from Nixon on down. I’ve stated that before. I know the one remaining way out of this. And those in the other half are aware of this. And they place a high value on those stones and coins. And so it is that more stones and coins go out — with additional histories — including more names and epitaphs.
And the truth is — I wrote every epitaph. For all concerned in this most monstrous crime in history. Unfortunately, that includes you, who read this.
What did you do about any of this in your lifetime?
What are you going to do now?
I don’t stutter. I know what I have done. And I know what I will do. I’ve made a deal with the only one who really counts. He’s coming off the cross. He’s a friend of mine. So is Mary Jo. And my father.
Whom do you deal with? Who cares? Soon you will deal with the Manager — Personnel Placement — and that’s me.

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March 20, 1972
This is a synopsis of a documentary — The Murder Of The Family Of The Man Who Elected Nixon To The Presidency By President Nixon.
The Motive: Cover up of the Alioto hit-run cover-up, Sept. 16, 1968 — which elected Nixon and exposed the key — The Mafia election process. This caused Chappaquiddick, nine months later. The cover-up of Chappaquiddick was necessary — by all — to prevent the exposure of the Alioto hit-run and the new exposures — the 1932 heroin to Boston, by Onassis, with Joseph P. Kennedy’s illegal English Whiskey, under the auspices of President Franklin D. Roosevelt and Winston Churchill (“Campaign” bribe by Kennedy to Roosevelt — Roosevelt pressure on Churchill through Kennedy and Roosevelt’s son, Elliott). Onassis moved into the White House, #10 Downing Street, and the FBI offices of Hoover. Then. In 1932.
Onassis “hyped” Hughes in 1957 — called Apalachin in 1957 — and arranged the “grass roots” for the complete Mafia election process take-over. They purchased VP Nixon in 1957 — the “Hughes” bribe (“Fuck America.” said Dickie, then, “My family comes first.”). In 1960 they purchased the White House — Joseph P. Kennedy — Onassis — and JFK. Vietnam was here — Laotian heroin — 80% of the world’s supply — and more loot than oil — and also Fatima #2 — Spellman’s “Holy Crusade.” (In 1957, the Nixon bribe set up the Onassis-”Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel — “Hughes” tax-free Medical Research Foundation. Loot flows through American banks to Switzerland for “washing” and back through “Hughes” Medical Research Foundation to purchase all American public officials and private economy — stock purchases by lower “soldiers” that seat the Mafia on all boards of directors.)
World War II was rigged by Roosevelt, Kennedy, and Onassis (see attached British documents — especially Churchill’s words). It was a “blot out” to cover up 1932 and the mushrooming shit. It became Fatima #1.
In the 1960’s — assassinations. JFK, Martin Luther King, Bobby. All by IBM, Iron Bob Maheu, Robert A. Maheu — for Onassis (The Kennedy kids welshed slightly — an indictment of one Laotian opium dealer, the removal of one Catholic Mandarin — Diem — the “Enemy Within” about Hoffa and the Mafia. Martin Luther King hit right at the key — the Mafia election process).
Mafia code: “Kill the enemy and take his broad and his shotgun.” Onassis murdered JFK and took Jackie and the Pentagon. Johnson — on order — whooped the war. The handmaiden — Fatima #2 — “Convert ‘em or kill ‘em” — cooperates with the Mafia in 50 wars raging today. Cushing fixed Jackie and Onassis — and Teddy after Chappaquiddick.
Said a man from Hoover to me recently: “What if we produce Howard Hughes? Would that satisfy you?” Said I: “He died of heroin Sept. 16, 1971 — in Tinos. Onassis’ island. Buried at sea. Friends of mine recovered the body. Identified the dentures. You have a problem.” He left, angry. But they tried anyhow — a disembodied voice and a fake in Nicaragua. It will fail too. They leave nothing out — blot out — (as Fatima #1) and that is Fatima #3 — the blow-off of the other half.
Brezhnev and Mao have read these papers. My father was murdered because of these things. The rest of the family is on the line. Locally by Nixon and the entire group — internationally by other methods — which would take us all. That, at least, takes the cancer. What have you done to kill that cancer in some other way?

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The history doesn’t stop at 1932. It goes back to 1800, when Senator Whitney said, “We’ve only been in business 25 years and there isn’t a bill we vote on that hasn’t been drafted somewhere else by people with special interests.’ I takes in the Vatican Deputy of Christ at Auschwitz in World War II and goes back through all the “Holy Crusades,” the Inquisition, the original Mafia-Vatican deal in 325 (Emperor Constantine to the Pope: “You leave us alone, and bury our murders in your confessionals and we’ll leave you alone. We’ll take the bodies. You take the souls.”), and right back to the cover-up of Christ (His Eleventh Commandment, from the cross: “Murderers on the cross — not me,).
Dickie, as you will see, is crawling to China and Russia because of these papers.
The massive group described here in squats on the graves of millions — war dead, heroin dead, assassinations, and singles such as Mary Jo and my father. Their cover-up pressure is great. And I wonder about families.
Ma and Pa Kopechne: “We don’t care if it was murder. We are satisfied.”
Dickie, as he committed treason in 1957 (All bribery connected with Onassis became treason in 1932): “Fuck America. My family comes first.”
This cancer could have been killed three and a half years ago — when these papers first went out — and elected Nixon. All murders since then — as with World War II — and Vietnam — need not have been. Nixon and this entire group have committed massive treason and massive murder. Concentrated for those three and a half years — since along with the exposure of this shit, I also submitted a concise summary of corrections.
The non Mafia half of this world is nervous. They were informed of these things. They worry about Fatima #3. Self defense. Urgent.
The Onassis-”Hughes” Mafia Money Funnel group — and that’s everything that rules you — is nervous. Their only “out” is using Fatima #3 for a “blot out” “Holy Crusade.” Urgent.
The Vatican? Very nervous. Too many tablets turning up. Lay revolt. Bishops with Mary Jo Kopechne’s picture in there tunics refused to ratify the Pope’s constitution declaring him to be God. They’ll all unite, however, in refusing to let Fatima #1 and #2 go down the drain. These were necessary preliminaries for Fatima #3. Fatima #3 is urgent.
And I’m nervous. Also dead. But you may be sure that the man who solved all this crud also solved the disposition of the cancer. Dead or alive.
If I live — I’ll own it all — and hang cancer here. If I don’t I’ll take it with me and hang it there.
I’m curious about my own family. I didn’t ask for this shit, but I’ve made arrangements for its flushing. All of it — including the apathy — or fear — that breeds it — watchers — on the fence.
We’ll see. Read on.

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Mother: Every member of the Kimball family and the Roberts family is entitled to read these papers. This is the family being murdered. This copy of these papers comes back with you. Nixon, Mitchell, Kennedy — and the rest who received copies — all burned their copies. Remembering the Kopechne family — “We don’t care if it was murder. We are satisfied.” — I am interested in the reaction of each reader. If someone wants a copy, there are Xerox machines. My Xerox bill is already in the thousands. The price of three and a half years of terror on you and my father is incalculable.
You are aware that none of our American legal institutions appeared for any depositions. These had to get out another way. You are aware of the (futile) destruction of evidence and the disappearance of witnesses.
But you are not to be quizzed and interrogated. If you wish to corroborate some details to any member of this family — for their better self defense — do so. Any badgering — or quizzing — should be on the subject matter herein — murder and treason — and those who committed it — and directed about and to them — not you. You have had enough terror.
They all know the source of this expose. Me. And copies, and documentary evidence, are scattered in many places. I’m available. So are others. We can direct them to the evidence. Or hang them.
Critical comments on my language or manner of presentation — or anything else, would bare the stench of shit. The subject matter is shit. And each reader is sitting in it up to his snorkel — and in this family — about to go under and suffocate along with Mary Jo and my father. The only thing that should interest a reader should be a sudden interest in the cancer that is murdering him. Positive. Against cancer.
The nuclear moose around the non Mafia world has been reversed somewhat. A first strike — coming in — from them — would be justified. This thing — described herein — and visible daily even in the Mafia owned media — is the cause of war and crime. The non Mafia world knows this. These papers — and tape and film and documents — are there.
This is what I call “the biggest gun in the world.” Pointed Mafia way. And on my shoulder. Object — kill the cancer — any way.
That gun is why I am still alive, why I jamb harpoons up the assholes on the graves of Mary Jo and my father and millions more — with impunity, and why they run and hide and keep the silent pressure on and lie so openly that even the censored public today can openly see the hypocrisy. Admitted again — today: “The greatest issue in 1972 will be the credibility of the U.S. Government.” And then he lies some more about ITT and San Diego. They have nowhere else to go.
It’s deliberate. There are more harpoons out. Designed to build a symphonic background for that Mafia chorus. Which will be here.
Relax, Mother. Let this letter answer any critic. If there are any brave, free Americans there, it will show. If they run and hide, they’ll hang by me — or suffocate in shit — by the Mafia. Whichever comes first.

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And a late nite for you to read on the plane, mother — along with the news in your paper.
McCone — head of CIA at the time of the Diem-Kennedy double murders, the one who hired Maheu to assassinate Castro in 1961 (his crew — who later murdered JFK, Martin Luther King and Bobby — tried everything from poison to untraceable “heart attack” dope and telescopic sights), McCone — the subject of my talks with the Merrymans last June, 1971 (they of the “Hughes” nursemaid bit) in the Onassis building — 1170 Sacramento Street. McCone — the target of my Christmas 62 carat sapphire gift — with history — to the ITT wife (read back in here somewhere). McCone is a director of ITT. (That was his reward. Maheu wants $50 million — cash — for the assassinations.) McCone still rules the CIA. He called in William Broe — Director of Latin American Clandestine Services — CIA — and arranged for economic chaos in Chile — through ITT, GM, Ford and Bank of America. “Shut off their money.” Then attempted to instigate armed revolt in Chile. Object? To beat Allende in the local elections. Along with the Vatican, McCone has six other Latin American countries on the murder block. He did accomplish Vietnam — and another batch — but he was hurt deeply by the Taiwan loss.
Well, Mother, his affairs are finally getting out in the cancer killing sunlight. “Sunstroke” — as Lanza quoted to me. And it’s part of the same harpoon. Quotes a Senator (now, finally, sensing the wind direction): “The Government is run by the FBI, monitored by the CIA, and paid for by the ITT.” That was Cranston.
That harpoon, mother — is still working its way in. It was designed to go belly button to asshole — Mafia style. More are on the way.
This one, though, is one of the many that relate to the key: The U.S. refused to join a U.N. committee to investigate the internal affairs on any country whose internal affairs might lead to war. That, of course, would mean an investigation of itself. Of everything you have read in here.
The international group who represent me have noted these things. And they tell me, “You can have it all.” That, of course, means the power to kill cancer. Which is what I want here.
I’ve made my own deal with the big one. The power to kill cancer there.
That’s not bad, Ma.
Just about covers things. Right?
Have a beautiful vacation. And let these written words do your talking. They are indeed potent.

Love,
Bruce P. Roberts

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Mon., March 27, 1972
Mother,
Delighted you enjoyed your trip. Mine was beautiful too. I didn’t tell you but that trip was not really accidental. At Tahoe with me, was Jack Anderson ( the one who, with Nader, produced the ITT memos and the CIA-Mafia-Chile connection — specifically, McCone — Louise Merryman’s friend — CIA Director at the time of Vietnam and the dual Diem-Kennedy murders).
There are a group of harpoons on the way. Read the papers. One of the people present was one of the first firemen on the scene of the Pelosi daughters’ barbecue fire — Newsom’s nieces, remember? One of his quotes: “There was still the smell of gasoline — from the basement. It was like a molotov cocktail. Basement full of fumes — and a downdraft that certified a straight up — total — barbecue.” Murder, mother. Two girls ages six and eight, plus their nurse.
I even made a few bucks in Tahoe.
Paid the light and gas bill ($4.25), and I’m enclosing your health stamps and your food stamps.
As I predicted — Alioto got off in his court trial. That blackmail is potent.
Following Jack Anderson around in Tahoe were contingent of CIA creeps and Mafia characters of all types. Even Carmen noticed. They are really worried
Mrs. Ark kept my things and everything is in order . I am now going out to mail this and start fixing my clobbered car.
You have the most powerful papers in the world in your possession. I want to know what happens to them.
Let me know. This is no game. People will hang. More will be murdered.
Say hello to everybody — especially Beverly. She will be interested in the past Feb. 22nd synopsis. Let her read anything she wants to. She’d better know she’s gonna own it all. Tell her she’s my only girl.
Mrs. Ark is feeling better and going out shopping. I let her read your letter and she says she misses you.
So do I.

Love, Bruce.

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March 30, 1972
Mother,
Delighted to know you’re enjoying your trip. Am enclosing check that came for you yesterday. Paid the paper boy and will pay the rent tomorrow. Everything around the apartment is fine. I’m still working on the car. Lots of funny things were wrong. For instance, sealing wax on the interior inlet jets.
And lots of other things going on since my Tahoe trip. Said Diehl (Nevada Gambling Commission), “We won’t transfer any ‘Hughes’ license until his body appears before us. I get the feeling we’re involved in some kind of a game. And I don’t know what the objects of the game are.” (He knows the whole bit, but he’s getting nervous. He says, “We now know all signatures were a fraud. The same experts who “verified” Irving’s false signatures were the ones who “verified” the ones we received.”)
Greenspun (Las Vegas Sun): “Lansky is the world’s top criminal.” (Greenspun knows that Lansky is just the fall guy scheduled to be indicted for the $35 million Las Vegas skim — most of which went to Nixon, Humphrey, Larry O’Brien and a batch of Senators and Congressmen. Pure purchase. “Hughes” is now suing John Meier — for $8 million — for the mining claim swindle in Las Vegas — for which Maheu fired him. Meier is now running for Senator from New Mexico. His opponent is Senator Montoya, who — with Senator Brewster — carried $100 thousand cash suitcases to President Johnson — from Hoffa — to keep him out of prison (despite evidential proof of these $100 thousand cash bribes, the indictments against both of the Senators were dismissed — -Congressional Immunity.)
New York Times headlines: ITT hires Intertel” (“Hughes” security guard), “to discredit Dita Beard.” “Nixon hires Intertel to discredit Jack Anderson.” “Intertel,” composed of ex-Justice officials, “expands ‘Hughes’ protection from Bahamas and Las Vegas to Nicaragua and Vancouver.”
“FBI Declares Dita Beard Memo Not A Fraud.”
(There it is — the two gangs at war).
Reston, NYT: “A vast deception has been perpetrated on the American people. Diem, for instance, was pulled out of Mary Knoll Seminary in New Jersey (a Kennedy Cushing Sanctuary) to be placed as Premier of South Vietnam.”
Here, mother — another Superior Court Judge race. Hallinan vs. Judge Allen (Remember Judge Aitken, who knew all this bit, kept the lid on — on Cambodia invasion day — lost her job because of that — and then was appointed U.S. Attorney by Dickie?). I loaded both of them with this entire bit. Both have disappeared. This will be an interesting election campaign to watch (whichever one loses will be appointed a U.S. Attorney. Wanna bet?).
` I’ve been busy. The CIA (McCone) and ITT (McCone) have now been exposed in Chile, Columbia, and Vietnam. Steve Ambrose reports that Truman started Fatima #2 — with Greece (in 1947) as the excuse — a “Holy Crusade.” This was followed by Korea, and Truman knew in advance of the Chinese attack. Ambrose presents files that Truman ordered the 38th Parallel crossing — not MacArthur. Other files — “six days before U-2 planes discovered the Cuban Missiles, President Dorticos of Cuba offered to remove them. JFK refused and took us to the brink.” “Kennedy was the prime initiator of the military effort in Vietnam — using Diem.”
Joseph Kraft, a dissident with Dickie in Peking, squeezed off a shot. He writes, “The Republican jitters over ITT are not because they are so far wrong there but because of the ‘cover-up of a deeper fix’.”
That “deeper fix” is what you have read herein. This was illustrated

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by Alioto in Vancouver. He didn’t do anything that every Mafia public official doesn’t do. Bribery is treason, but the Mafia has declared it legal — and for a hedge, canceled the death penalty on everything — treason, murder or conspiracy. He was acquitted and congratulated by a jury of apathy, in which the Mafia breeds. In his first big anti-trust trial — Goldwyn — the judge “died” in the middle of the trial — and he won the case. In Vancouver, the judge “died” in the middle of the trial and he won his case. Here the Newsom nieces “died” in the middle of his “Look” Mafia trial and he won his case. The federal judge for his criminal trial went to the hospital yesterday — case delayed. What so you think the chances of survival are for whatever judge conducts that case? Not that it makes much difference — since the prior acquitted — same charges — renders the case worthless.
And all this — these trials, on raw Justice files of his Mafia connections, and on “accepted” bribery charges — is only to “cover up the deeper fix” — the hit-run that elected Nixon, exposed the Mafia election process, caused Chappaquiddick, uncovered Onassis’ “Howard Hughes” and placed it all in perspective — Vietnam, Korea, World War II, heroin in 1932, and the handmaidens of history — Vatican and Mafia — all the way back to the cover-up of Christ.
Said Alioto, of the case: “Pure Political Venom by Mitchell. Justice even wanted a sealed verdict. They knew they have no case.” He was correct. Bribery, treason, murder — all these things. But these things are now legal. Mafia law says this.
“Cover-up of the deeper fix.” In Santa Monica, the Rand Corporation now rivals Hoover and the CIA for blackmail files. Ellsberg got away with the Pentagon Papers. The harsh 150 years in prison they want to give him — for telling the truth — is because of a greater fear. In that building at the beach is one file — rated “higher than top secret” — Project Star. Rand can’t destroy it — just as they couldn’t destroy the Pentagon Papers — because they need it for blackmail. And yet they can not release it. Project Star is a study of the JFK assassination.
Most of that is out, mother. Yesterday, to tighten security further, Dickie named Rice, a 31 year old super-guard, as head of Rand. His job? Sit on the lid of that file — just as Cahill sits on the phone company Chappaquiddick call records here — and Loeb in New Hampshire sits on the eastern end (his reward was getting Hoffa out of prison). Empty nests, they sit on — and they know it. And that is why murder is their only out. Local to Fatima #3. And why the non Mafia half is quietly planning the same thing — in self defense. They know things too.
Any of these things — Alioto hit-run, Chappaquiddick, “Hughes,” JFK, Bobby, 1932, 335, 35, and a host of others — exposed to public view — would hang them all. That is why — as the Media FBI files revealed — 95% of all FBI, CIA, Justice, etc., surveillance is of that public — a gigantic lid. It is why all the Maf are still here — running things. It is the cause of war and crime.
Attorney William G. Thompson — one of Sacco and Vanzetti’s lawyers (currently under a tight lid) states: “A government that has come to honor its own secrets more than the lives of its citizens has become a tyranny.”
The lives already expended are many. I’ll mention just one — Mary Jo Kopechne. And one bit of apathy — her father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Kopechne.

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“We don’t care if it was murder. We are satisfied.”
Political philosophy? Dickie. 1957. Onassis bribe. “Fuck America. My family comes first.”
Teddy: “I can live with it.” These are the 1972 Mafia selected Presidential candidates. Vote for one.
Papal philosophy? “Sign this constitution declaring me to be God.”
Three days, mother, out on a public street, under my car, scraping off sealing wax and carbon from sugar and playing with parts. Today some guy said he’d been watching me for three days and where was all my help.
I told him Alioto clobbered my car and neither he nor the insurance companies would help me so I asked Nixon and Mitchell to help me. They wouldn’t and told everybody else not to either and I was surprised he hadn’t heard.
He said, “Fuck ‘em. I’ll be here to help you tomorrow. I feel sorry for you. You could get yourself killed with all this traffic along here.”
So I explained that I wasn’t concerned over a local killing because I had already been assured of that — and made arrangements to take things along with me — and wasn’t he a bit leery of being seen with me.
“Not a bit,” he said, “I figure missiles could be here any hour. And I don’t give a shit. There’s nothing here worth defending. I was a marine but when I read the papers these days I’m pulling for the Viet Cong to wipe us out. I don’t understand myself.”
I smiled, mother, for the first time in months. Here he was talking to the man with a grenade up everybody’s ass — and he’s sorry for me, he’s gonna keep me from getting killed.
Well, so much for my days. Nights are for harpoons. I’ll tell you about them after they’re sunk in up to the hilt.
And I’ll send this as soon as I hear from you. And remember — anything I put in writing is not secret — is not to be destroyed. I don’t care who reads it.
Only the Mafia keeps a lid on the truth. Only apathetic shit does nothing with it. And lets the murders roll on. Including their own.
Coming back from Tahoe Carmen said “Your mother certainly doesn’t have to worry about you. I’ve never seen such a cover. You be sure to tell her to relax and enjoy herself.”
So — relax and enjoy yourself.

Love,
Bruce

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April 1, 1972
Mother,
I received your card today and am enclosing another check for you and more health stamps. Gave Mrs. Isnardi the rent check today.
I checked with the stranger — who decided to help me fix my car (he’s a mechanic) and he said, “This really stinks. I’m going through this whole car and see what else we can find.” In the distributor I found that the hot wire plug in (from the battery, to provide electricity to the distributor) had been cut through — half way — causing a short — an electric spark. The distributor neck (into which this wire goes) had been cracked (marks from a screwdriver — inside, as a wedge to crack it, are visible). This allowed a constant spark — from the distributor — to be exposed — through the crack — to any gasoline — or fumes — from the carburetor — six inches away. It was not enough to cause the distributor to stop working — the object was the exposed spark. Then the plug-in wire had been sealed in (sealing wax again). Some type of acid was then poured in the top of the neck — and it ate partly through the bakelite neck. This plug-in was part of an insert in the hot line. At the other end of the insert was another plug-in. When inspecting — to see if the distributor was getting electricity — since I couldn’t get the “sealed in” insert out — I always checked the other plug-in, and it always showed plenty of spark.
In the carburetor — a big four barrel affair — the lid had been removed (gas entering this lid is filtered through a screen as fine as needle points). There are two outlets for the incoming gas (into each side of the carburetor) — about the diameter of a pencil. The pump side (carburetor pump) was completely clear — and functioning. The other side had been plugged solid with sealing wax (impervious to gas, solvents and most acids). (When it was poured in — hot — on heated metal — the hollow center sagged and in cooling a crack developed — and that crack is what has kept the car running ever since. It wasn’t planned that way. It was planned to be solid, thus forcing all the gas to go through the other side — the pump side — and then gush out the flooding overflow holes and open pump plunger top hole. Gas and gas fumes in the presence of a spark is known as a Molotov Cocktail. It is a flammable and explosive situation.)
I checked with Carmen and we both agree, Sept. 10,1971 was when this “work” was done (that was just shortly after the Merrymans contacted me — McCone’s friends, “Hughes” dead nursemaid), and the Pentagon Papers were out, and Charach had publicly named the Bobby Kennedy murderer (Gene Caesar) and I had been to CBS over the matter, and Christopher Beam and I were discussing IBM, Iron Bob Maheu, and his series of assassinations, in the Mark Lobby (It was also 5 days before the $6 billion Harry Yee S.F. heroin raid and 3 weeks before I pulled that Neilson-Green bit about “Chappaquiddick Big Dickie, Little Dickie and Alioto”, Nader, “Hughes,” Onassis, IBM, etc.).
On that date we were at the end of an isolated mountain road — 9000 feet high — south of Tahoe. Car in perfect condition all the way up — recent tune-up (two years before — at the same spot — four Stanford law students returned from a hiking trip to find their car stolen. I drive them into the Sheriff’s station and we found the car — wrecked). We were gone all day — over a mountain. Late that afternoon we returned (to go to Tahoe). The car started — just barely — and coughed and lurched down the 25-mile grade to Tahoe — the nearest civilization. Five miles from our camp it conked out completely. Half an hour later it started again — just barely. Lurch and cough all the way back and ever since (I’m no mechanic — but when I checked the distributor spark — I got spark. When I checked the gas jets in the carburetor — I got gas jets from the carburetor pump).

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What was planned was that the car be destroyed — by fire or explosion — or both — in an isolated place — where the “fixing” could be done without a witness. It was to appear natural — even to me. And had it occurred — I would have assumed it to be an accident. Object was the destruction of the car — natural accident. Bad luck Just as the barbecue murder of Newsom’s nieces (Pelosi’s daughters) during the Alioto trial was — to warn everybody — Newsom, Pelosi, Judge Brown, Jury, Attorneys — by fire — rather than murder anybody. Of course murder did come out of that warning fire. And it is possible that injury or death could result from a car fire or explosion. In Tahoe, Chartrand — owner of Barney’s Casino — got his in second gear forward — after reverse. That was so that the car would be somewhat away from the house. They only wanted to murder him. They didn’t want to hurt the house. He was the target. As with the five hit-runs on my car — in succession — after the first one by Alioto — my car was the target on that mountain road. In Pelosi’s case the two girls were not the target. Newsom was. A fire warning, that’s all. The barbecued meat that turned up in the mortuary — two girls and a nurse — was just bad luck. A natural accident. Like Mary Jo’s.
Those “mechanics” that “fixed” my carburetor should have had me around. For 10 years in that lab, mother, I played with sealing wax (and higher temperature epoxy mixtures) to hold my stones on dop sticks (I’ve tried wooden dops, metal dops — solid and tube type, and anything else I could think of). The center sag — and crack — of sealing wax in a hollow metal heated tube was a common thing. I recognized the shape of the crack in that sealing wax they daubed in my gas inlet tube. Wax keeps well in fluid. In air it deteriorates slowly — crumbles eventually).
So there was no fire or explosion — as planned. What did happen, since, has been a succession of problems. Back carburetor pressure blew out a fuel pump. Misfiring and misses have plugged the cylinders. Slow starting burned out the starters, batteries. Malfunctioning ruined resistors in the coils. We still don’t know what else is fouled up . But this bit is why the car conked out on us at the cemetery when we were there recently. And why the carburetor pumps finally quit altogether and backfire occurred on the day before you left.
It is the murder of a car — “natural” and slow. A piece of evidence. As was Mary Jo Kopechne. And many more, as you know.
Yesterday it was announced that presidential candidates — Mafia purchased — would not campaign, in order to piously attend church in honor of the death of Christ. With them, in the pews, were their Secret Service guards. One million a month is the cost of guarding their lives. Today I had one volunteer — a stranger — keeping cars off my back. I wouldn’t trade him for all of that million dollar monthly Mafia crud. “Fuck ‘em,” says he, as he fingers that sealing wax glob. “Fuck ‘em,” say I, and buy more parts and wonder how many millions Dickie (“Fuck America” Chappaquiddick Dickie) spends daily protecting his life and Teddy’s and how many millions Gayler blows daily in his Pacific command — especially in heroin Vietnam.
They will all be in church tomorrow — Easter. So will Thieu, and Chiang Kai Shek, and Onassis and the Pope.
I will be under my car — with a stranger working above. It’s cool there, mother, out of the sun — and thoughts come through. I put them in action tonight.

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Easter, 1972
Mother,
I’m enclosing another check for you. Everything is all right in the apartment.
Today — Easter — the image of a man hanging on a cross still hangs there. He was hung before he could get the job done.
That image should be one of a doctor with a scalpel cutting out a cancer. All of it. Including apathy — the breeding grounds. The deleted Eleventh Commandment — “Murderers on the cross — Not me.” From the cross.
One of the documents that escaped Papal destruction was a record by Tacitus, the Roman historian. He writes — in the first century — that Nero burned Rome in the year A.D. 64, partially to destroy all records of the crucifixion of Christ — by Roman command — through the Roman Procurator, Pontius Pilate — and divert attention from the affair. Nero then laid the blame for the fire on the followers of Christ — the group called Christians.
Thus continues the cover-up of Christ.
Today we see carbon copies of that — Mary Jo Kopechne, Newsom’s nieces, my car, Tunney’s sister, Vietnam, and on and on.
Today, the U.M.W. Boyle (convicted of giving labor bribes to politicians) fights back — says he: “The law also prohibits political candidates (in 1968 — $30 thousand to Humphrey, thousands to congressmen) from taking illegal bribes.” Federal Judge Richey ordered, “No talk on that subject” and hung the heavy verdict on Boyle for mentioning it.
Which is Mafia? Boyle? Or Federal Judge Richey (who paid $50 thousand for the job)? Or Humphrey and the congressmen? Or all of them? Spit here — > O.
ITT did the same thing — $400 thousand to Dickie and Mitchell — “business expense.” There will be no “Boyle” prosecution of them. Boyle drew on the Hoffa-Onassis murder group to hire the shotgunning of the Yablonski family. ITT participates in the murder of the world — using Onassis’ “Hughes” equipment — along with the rest of the Mafia handmaidens — Dickie, Teddy, and the Pope. CIA-ITT McCone is a murder expert.
Today, in S.F., Dennis — a local collector for the Irish Republican Army — at the Abbey — says sadly about Northern Ireland the same thing Bernadette Devlin says — that “The problem always has been the churches — both of them — with their handmaidens. Onassis owns the shipyards.”
Today — a $15 million suit — invasion of privacy — by an investigator — against a religious group, is patterned on Nader’s GM suit. The article is in the New York Times, which printed the Joseph Llellyveld cover-up story of the Chappaquiddick phone calls. Once more the Mafia press tries to rewrite dangerous history. Quotes the Times: “The attorney, Paul D Rheingold — former Justice Dept. lawyer — was the one who, in 1970, filed a suit for Nader against GM in a similar action, which was settled out of court.” (Nader’s suit was filed in 1966 — by attorney Speiser — “Suit of the Century” — blocked by GM attorney Chappaquiddick Ted Sorenson through the century — and suddenly settled by Sorenson and attorney Speiser four days after my Nader letter was made public. This Onassis-Kennedy cash bribe was paid to Nader and attorney Speiser in Speiser’s office.)
As with the omission of Merryman’s name from the “Hughes” nursemaid list — after his “death” and the switched date of the JFK hot call to Jackie — on Onassis’
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Today — a statement by Fulbright — after examining the Pentagon Papers — “The Vietnam war could have been avoided.” And UThant, former boss of the U.N.: “If the American public knew how the Vietnam War started they would force their leaders to pull out tomorrow — pull out everything.”
(Cardinal Cushing announced in 1968 — “Weird October” for me — on the eve of Jackie’s marriage to Onassis: “If the world knew what Jackie told me in her confession, they wouldn’t believe it. But I sanction the marriage and I welcome Onassis — and his checkbook.”)
From the recently released 25 year secrecy, World War II British papers — a quote by Churchill: “Roosevelt and Kennedy rigged World War II — it could have been avoided.”
(World War II was Fatima #1. Fatima #2 was started immediately after — according to Fulbright — by Truman and Roosevelt’s leftover Secretary of State Byrnes — The Ho Chi Mihn rebuke and the “hate commies” theme — followed by Greece and Korea.)
Today — a report by Vera Glacer of massive Mafia bribes to the GOP by Onassis and Pappas — secretly — in Washington — repaid by U.S. aid to Greece and support of the Onassis-Pappas Greek Mafia hierarchy — Greece, where the body of Howard Hughes was laid to rest — April 16, 1971.
Today — a report by Anderson — of a new Versailles Mafia World Summit last month. 1957 Apalachin all over again (that was for America) — desperately mapping Fatima #3, this time (for the whole ball of wax). “Their discussions were to shape the policies and economics of 100 countries, owned by these multi-national, multi-billion dollar conglomerates. ”The boards of directors (Mafia-seated — as a result of Apalachin) of the big ones were there — ITT (CIA Double Diem-Kennedy murder McCone) , GM, Ford, Fiat, Oil, Steel, Chemical. “Corporate nations with more wealth and power than most nations — contriving their corporate interests ahead of our national interests.”
Today — the Pope: “The Silent Church should speak out.” This — at Auschwitz — was the “Deputy of Christ.” Today — by his decree — this is God. Who do you suppose is holding his tongue? His group is also one of the biggest stockholders. He exiled a South American Cardinal who published documents that the Pope’s mother — -Mrs. Montini — was Jewish — and that the Vatican has corporate connections to Free Masonry around the world. How come the Pope hates the Jews? Is it because they are non Vatican? Does he hate his mother? She’s Jewish. Does he hate himself? He’s half Jewish. Why is he ashamed of his corporate Free Masonry connections? Aren’t they a secret swindling branch of the Versailles group, to which he belongs? Incidentally, don’t Free Masons attend the funerals of their members’ families? My brother is a Mason. No Masons attended my father’s funeral — and they know why he was murdered — and who murdered him. My brother wasn’t there either. Ain’t that odd? But then, he’s a Mason. Right, mother? It was a little lonesome, wasn’t it?
Today — McGovern spoke: “Nixon and the GOP are owned, lock, stock and barrel, by big business.” Had he substituted the word ‘Mafia’

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for ‘big business,’ he would still be only half correct. After ‘Nixon and the GOP,’ he would have to add, ‘himself and his Mafia group.’ He did add: ITT did the same thing Boyle did. They won’t be prosecuted” He knows. He knows everything that’s in these writings. Who’s holding his baby-faced tongue?
Well, mother, it’s only part of one day — called Easter. Let’s see — oh yes, it’s some kind of a holiday — celebrating the murder of Christ. Isn’t that it?
Now — harpoons go out. Carmen says to wish you a Happy Easter. Me too.

Love
Bruce

April 3, 1972
Mother:
Today — magnetic steel filings — deep in the carburetor. Gasoline in the oil. Apparently, this was done the night before you left — the night before the backfire. I’m no mechanic, but I think the short in the carburetor blew out the resistor coil — which cuts down the 12-volt starter current to 6 volts for the carburetor base — and allowed the full 12 volts to go through to the carburetor (more and better sparks — which caused the backfire — fortunately, not enough for a major explosion because, at that time, the carburetor pump was out and the jets were plugged).
The gasoline in the oil partially freezes the motor — builds up compression. That car was meant to go — on the day before you left. Possibly to delay — or cancel your trip — with these papers.
Your husband went to the hospital — suddenly vomiting blood and acid — two days before Dickie left for Peking. He did not go to the hospital because of emphysema. He died while Dickie was in Peking. He did not die of emphysema. He died as a result of the blood and acid eruption.
He was a witness. Suppressed for three and a half years.
So are you. So am I. So is the car.
You haven’t witnessed the run of the rabbits — including your other son. Why do you avoid my questions as to the reaction of those papers?
Anderson, Nader, etc., are only safely nibbling at the edges. These papers, tape, documents, etc., provide positive, clear, evidential linkage to this entire cruddy, worldwide Mafia affair. And the solution to the mess — without a nuclear blow-off. They are the most important papers in the world.
Why are you dragging your feet? You must know by now that you are on the murder list. Surely your name is not Ma Kopechne, is it? — -”We don’t care if it was murder. We are satisfied.”
I have sent you four letters — dated March 27, March 30, and April 1 — plus the one dated Easter. Have you received them? Who read them? Who read the synopsis you took with you? What was their reaction? Did you reach any of the Roberts family? What was the reaction? What did you do? Answer these questions.

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Open my sealed letter — given to you three years ago. You will see that it predicts an accident to the car. Do not destroy it. Do not destroy anything. Do not suppress anything. This is what this Mafia cancer does. This is cancer Anti-Christ.
There are only two sides to this thing — Cancer or Non-Cancer — Mafia or Non-Mafia. Mafia Cancer will be exterminated. Apathy and obstruction are cancer. Part of the Mafia. Breeding grounds.
Which is your other son? Which are the other members of this family?
This Mafia group is murdering the world. Including this family. Are you — like Ma Kopechne — Satisfied?
In God’s world, there is no place to run and hide. I’ve fixed that. It’s either kill it, or die with it.
Mary Jo Kopechne — and other murdered millions mentioned in here — can’t do a thing. It’s up to the living to try to prevent their own murder.
I want — from you — answers. There isn’t much time left.
(For instance, before Dickie took his Peking trip in February — and during that trip — your husband developed a problem — he died from a sudden bleeding belly. You held a cup holding the sudden vomit of blood and acid — that — taken in by a pill — came up burning passages, mouth, tongue, and lips. He died “naturally” — like Mary Jo Kopechne and Newsom’s nieces.
My car was scheduled to blow up “naturally” in the mountains Sept. 10, 1971 — and again on the day before your trip. Those papers were already packed in your suitcase.
Dickie made the desperate Peking trip to try to buy the country — Mafia style. It didn’t work. Mao has read these papers. Chiang Ching has one of my stones — with the history.
Next month, mother, Dickie rigs his biggest Mafia purchase — Russia. Another trip, and something will happen here. I don’t know what. The murdering Mafia CIA is devious.
Brehznev has those papers. Dickie knows that.
Read that sealed letter again. A prediction come true. So have my others. And that’s not “telling the future”. It’s simply notification of “a mixture of gas fumes and spark — an explosive situation — Molotov cocktail — with only one possible result — catastrophe.”
I know from your deliberate absence of comment about those papers that either you have deliberately left them in your suitcase — or others, having read, are already suppressing what they have read. When sad things happen soon, are you prepared to take the responsibility for permitting — say — murder to happen because of your suppression? Is the rest of the family prepared for that? Your other son was. After months of pleading, he finally showed up — 20 minutes after his father’s death. He delivered a Mafia message to me — “Lay off the Mafia” — read the synopsis — commented that the Mafia had murdered two more that he knew about in that way up where he was — and took off running, white-faced, four hours later.

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He wouldn’t stay for the funeral. Didn’t leave a flower, card, or message, or anything. That was a month and a half ago. Not one word, letter or call to me since. We did receive a Mafia message from his ex-wife, Golding — a message that upset both you and I. It was delivered in a death-sympathy card.
I think, mother, that his name is Kopechne.
Remember the Nixon hatchet men I notified of the funeral? Your husband’s “friends”? None sent a card, flower, call, anything. In view of these things, I’ll put the question this way: Are you and your other son and the rest of the family prepared to take the responsibility for your own murders?
As I wrote of Nader — the greatest crime of all has been committed against me. I solved the whole bit and devised a peaceful method of rectifying it. And rigged a total flushing of shit, just in case.
The total pressure is on me. Pressure from 1957 Apalachin through the Versailles Mafia Summit last month. Despite that, I am winning. If you think not — look around and read the news. Which is good. Because if I don’t win I’ll knock this whole shit ball all the way out. I own the bat.
Would you rather cooperate with Chappaquiddick Dickie and Chappaquiddick Teddy (Presidential candidates) — and Onassis and the Pope (King of the world and God) — who collaborated in all of the past murders — and have yours and the rest of the world’s on the drawing board?
Or with me? I want the man off the cross. I want to hang every cancer cell — all of it. I want to collect all criminal loot — back through time — a legacy from those murdered dead. And do some good with it.
Try this on for size. Say tomorrow every member of this family suddenly coughs up blood and acid. To whom would you say one survivor take his murder complaint? Alioto and his S.F. police? Taiwan Reagan and his Bobby cover-up Attorney General Younger? President Chappaquiddick Dickie and Poucha Pond Attorney General Mitchell? Teddy and Tunney who run the Senate Judiciary Committee? The Pope or Dickie’s Billy Graham? ITT and GM and Ford, fresh from the Versailles Summit? Any purchased judge? Or appointed U.S. Attorney? Any church? Press Mafia? Legal Mafia? “Hughes”, maybe — with TV control and the International Satellites? Jackie’s hubby, Onassis? Either Mafia party? Any Senator? J. Mafia Hoover? Murderer, CIA McCone or Helms? Onassis-bribe Nader — to whom Mary Jo was running when Teddy murdered her? Jack Anderson, who has been lipping off around his muzzle for 25 years — and accomplished zero? Any Supreme Court? (You will note that these listed above are one part of the ghoulish group that squats on the graves of Mary Jo — and on and on)
Or to me? Louise and Marie Elena Merryman did — re: “Hughes”. Don Warner did — re: Laotian-Taiwan heroin to Harry Yee. Another on the Newsom nieces’ Molotov Cocktail. Another with the Onassis diary. Much more, mother. [Unreadable ] Thousands More.

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and my father — and you — and anyone who reads this — knows he can’t do a damn thing from the box. Think about that.
I can. Two ways: One — earthly: a booby trap. The one who put this thing together — that’s me — and laid out the peaceful remedies — also arranged that, in failure, the Mafia Fatima #3 precept be faithfully followed — -”Blot it all out” — flush the murdering shit — all of it — my way. Two — a philosophy — a deal: I get the man off the cross — I get the job I want — there. “Personnel Placement.” Take them with me and Hang them there. Eternity yo-yo.
Rocheford’s quote: “Presidents fear one thing. An historian. One who writes from knowledge — and affects the history he writes about. This man has the power to change the inscriptions of tombstones.”
You have already seen this. For instance, John L. Lewis — through the conviction of his successor — murderer, Mafia Tony Boyle.
You will see it all — from the Mafia Kennedy mausoleums in the GI national cemeteries to Johnson’s Pyramid in Texas, faces on coins to Dickie’s “world travels for Peace” — on Onassis’ Lockheed planes, with McCone ITT communications over “Hughes” satellites.
If we are all still here, you will see the Pope hanging from the cross — instead of Christ. Said the Pope: “I will give my life for humanity.” His words. Fine. The murdered one is coming down. We’ll put the Pope’s loot to use for humanity (It’s a chunk — more than $50 billion).
The Kennedys: “Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country.” Their words. Fine. Crosses. And that loot will be well used. Some will go the patch up Mary Jo’s busted nose.
Loot from the group at the Versailles Mafia Summit? From the group at Apalachin? Onassis? The 41% Federal Mafia Siphon? Every Mafia Judge and legal settlement — back through time? The banking Mafia lobby — noted in Anderson’s column today? Insurance Mafia? (I’ve already given the New York Times to a Russian physicist — part of a deal for my international legal support. His attorney is the one who told me, “You can have it all. That paper will be yours to give. We accept.”)
You get the idea. No major changes. Only the criminals on crosses. Only the criminal loot reshuffled. The constitution is a good one. The Bible is a good one. Only the perversion, the cover-up, the murder, the treason and the conspiracy goes.
Even our “enemies” agree to this. Russia and China. “It is,” they say, “as we have always said — and as you prove now — America is Mafia owned — and is using that Fatima #1, 2 and 3 stages. You have our support.”
They have nuclear buttons, mother.
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necessary. And I’ll use mine, regardless. Dickie knows this — and he crawls to Moscow next month — while Brehznev and Mao ship massive supplies into Vietnam — publicly — humiliating.
“The hierarchy’s shudders over the ITT affair is not because of ITT, but because of the cover-up of a deeper fix.” — Joseph Kraft.
“The United States of Mafia is being picked apart.” — TV news.
Yes. It’s a massive judo. Maf against Maf. Sparks all over the place. Fumes all over the place. Molotov cocktail.
Today Mafia Murderer Teddy — Senate Judiciary Committee — is publishing the facts that Murderer McCone’s CIA-ITT 20 billion dollar conglomerate — paid no income taxes for the past five years (Mafia Nixon, Mitchell, Hoover or Rand cannot release any file on the Kennedys). ITT — as Lanza in 1957 at Apalachin — attended the Versailles Mafia Summit last month.
Your Social Security check, which arrived and I am enclosing, is $6 short. Carmen will have to borrow to pay her taxes this year. Proxmire’s niece had $30 thousand stolen from her by S.F. and state Inheritance Tax coffin roaches.
Whom do you, or Carmen or Proxmire’s niece complain to? Shall I repeat the list of those in power — along with the itemized list of their Mafia crimes? No.
Or would you rather that I collect for you? I want it all. I’ll get it.
Merryman was a “Hughes” nursemaid. Merryman and McCone were with the same firm — Bechtel, McCone, Parsons — the number one defense engineering contractor (missiles, etc., all over the world). McCones and Merrymans and Spellmans and Eckersleys and Onassises and “Hughes’s” are all represented at 1170 Sacramento Street — the Onassis building where Louise and Marie Elena Merryman took me. “You’re the only good man left,” said Marie Elena. “Please.”
I believe that. There are others that I know. But I place no faith in anyone. They’re gonna have to prove themselves — the hard way.
I wish to know, one way or the other, how each member of this family stands. Whether he is Kopechne or non-cancer — about his own murder. We already have a clue about your other son and his ex-wife, Golding. Let’s hear about the rest.
This letter — like everything else — is not secret. You can’t destroy it. Pass it out. It will be printed in Russian — as well as in English.
The truth is harsh. So is murder.
Which do you prefer?
Once more. About those papers. Did you give them to anybody? If so, what was their reaction (“Nothing” is also a reaction…That has a meaning.)?
“ITT, Corrupt Government, Corrupt Vatican, Corrupt FBI, Corrupt Justice, Insurance, Banking, Conglomerates, Courts — yes, the

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United States of Mafia is being picked apart.”
Yes. A friend of mine told me lastnight: “You do your work well.” I’ve been told that before.
Yes, I do. All part of a symphonic background for the “Mafia Chorus” played to the tune of everything from harpoons to missiles — and another thing.
Said a local Mafia politician who once threatened to blow my head off — long ago (now he pops up, friendly): “Before this is over, no-one with the tag ‘Republican’ or ‘Democrat’ could be elected dog-catcher. It would take someone who never voted in his life. Voting for any of these bastards is treason. You never voted, did you Bobby? Have a drink. What are you doing now?”
Me: “Nothing.” I thanked him for the drink and left.
I will hang him.
Said Jimmy The Greek: “Christ! The maw-maw is knee deep here in Vegas. If we don’t cool off that ‘Hughes’ bit, the whole world will be laughing at us.” He worked for assassin Maheu — for “Hughes” — for Onassis. He knows the whole bit and sits on the lid.
I will hang him.
I want the man off the cross.
I want all criminal cancer to hang. Here or there.
I want all criminal loot, back through time (Total employment for the non cancer, just digging up the loot — the legacy of the murdered dead — I know where it is — who has it.).
Cancer-only. Criminal-only.
Think about it. Those were His wants — back in year 35 when they murdered him — and covered that up.
Just as you cover up these papers in your suitcase. Or someone does. Who?
As I said — “Nothing” is a reaction too. And that is what I have received from you. “Nothing.”
Rectify that, mother. Now.
The stranger disappeared. I can understand that. So did your other son. The pressure is heavy. Ma and Pa Kopechne, and an entire nation, squatting of the graves of Mary Jo — and on and on.
Dickie goes to Moscow on the “big con” next month. All press releases on “Hughes” have been shut off. “The U.S. of Mafia is being picked apart.”
Like that Molotov cocktail — gas fumes and a spark — I am aware of a building, tight situation. Something will happen. Soon. There’s another prediction. I rarely miss.
Answer my questions. Exactly. That is the very least you can do. For yourself — if nobody else.
I’m not angry at you. I want the truth. That’s all. I’ll get it. Easy way or hard way. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

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And a license to use any method to get the job done.
I’m delighted about your swing in the sunshine. Just pass the papers out and note reactions and keep swinging.
Read the papers and watch TV. Even through the Mafia media you will see how this mental judo works in picking the United States of Mafia apart.
The object is the killing of cancer.
That will be done.
The Social Security Lump Sum Death Payment for your husband arrived today. It is ten dollars short. $245.10.
I called the funeral parlor and they, at least, are considerate. They are in no hurry. They wish you a pleasant trip and you can take care of it whenever you get back. I will keep that here — unless you wish me to send it to you.
I am enclosing your current Social Security check and another stamp thing.
Aside from the “minor” distractions mentioned herein, everything is fine here.
This is Holy Week and the world is fine. The Pope says so. “Full of Peace and Justice.”
I will go out and crawl under my Molotov cocktail tomorrow. If it stops raining.
Tonight I will slog through the rain to deliver one harpoon personally. That’s the only recreation I get.
But that ain’t bad. Works up an appetite.
Love
Bruce
Let me know how many of my letters you have received — when you received them — and bring them with you when you come back. Do not burn them — as your other son did — despite my warning — “Do Not Destroy.” Let anybody read them. It’s a matter of truth. I am alive because of that. So are you, and everybody else. The timing of World War III has been preempted. Witness Dickie’s trembling crawls to China and Russia. Months ago Mack said, “Would it help if you talked to Mitchell?” I said “No.” Wouldn’t it be a thing if Dickie showed up at my door and said the same thing Marie Elena said — “Please.” Or when Dickie gets to Moscow — Brehznev — introduces Dickie to a fellow American — me.
This has been suggested. I am told the remains of “Hughes” are there — maybe I should present those to Dickie — at that time. Everybody is looking for “Howie.” (Aren’t they?)

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April 5, 1972
Mother:
This is “Holy Week.” Right?
A sick Jesuit — “distinguished Jesuit scholar, Dr. Malachi Martin, former professor at the Pontifical Institute in Rome” — a dissident, who carries Mary Jo’s picture in his tunic — brought out a book — an authentic, searching study of the Vatican.
It’s called “Three Popes And The Cardinal: The Church of Pius, John and Paul in its Encounter With Human History.” The Cardinal is Cardinal Bea, depicted as a tragic witness to the church’s crumbling.
Quotes: “Well before the year 2000 (this is 1972), there will no longer be a religious institution recognizable as the Roman Catholic Church.”
“Pope Paul is dry of compassion, locked in a fervid maze of circumstances over which he had no control, and from which there is no escape.”
The narrative, written with authority and lucidity, is tinged with regret of one who sees the old order passing without yielding place to new. Only a Catholic scholar — disgusted — could speak with the candor Martin displays in these pages.
“The church of Montini (Paul VI) is a house divided. The ferment of ideas, the clash of opinions…the trend toward liberalization contending with a long entrenched and prejudiced conservatism, have rendered Montini’s position as Pope theoretically untenable. It has, in a sense, unpoped him. He cannot act as Popes have acted before. Montini does not know what to do. Nobody alive can help him.”
It’s true, mother. Bishops carrying Mary Jo’s picture would not vote Montini’s constitution declaring him to be God. And I did tell him what to do in a letter. Copies are out.
Locked…in circumstances…from which there is no escape.” That ranges from the cover-up of Christ and forward from the Versailles Mafia Summit (the handmaidens — for they own the governments) to the completion of Fatima #3 — a joint venture promoted by the Mafia and sanctioned by the church — both totally committed, since that is the only solution for the salvation of cancer — cover-up of the now-exposed past and present by blow-off of the non Mafia, non Vatican half.
Around the globe with the conglomerates (ITT, McNamara, Onassis).
Around the globe with the church (Vietnam — Diem, Kennedy, Spellman, and up to now — Thieu, Chiang, Cardinal Yu-Pin — Taiwan. Anywhere.)
The handmaidens with a nuclear noose around the non Mafia, non Vatican half, are now losing. That started when they covered up the Alioto hit-run, which caused Chappaquiddick, and exposed Onassis’ “Hughes” and now all of it — the conglomerate world wide Mafia Summits, the Pope’s desperation, which of course exposes the key — the Mafia Election Process. Used by the Vatican — Papal selection by appointment of the hierarchy — the election is a show. And no restrictions on the Pope. God. Infallible. Used by the United States of Mafia — candidate selection by the money of the Mafia. And no restrictions on any President, Senator or judge. All the Maf are on the boards of ITT, GM, Lockheed — and they own the candidates. All the Maf are still here — for the full 47 years of Hoover. The election is a show.

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They are losing. Visibly. The unpoping of Montini. Last October, China in the U.N. — dope pushing Taiwan out. Read back in here somewhere how that happened. Suddenly. It was done. All over (Kissinger’s second sudden trip was the tip — over — and the U.S. of Mafia decided to discard the United Nations). Despite U.S. and Vatican support, dope pushing Chiang is going down the tube. Despite Vatican and Nixon support, dope pushing Thieu is going down the tube. Russia and China are pouring it on — right now — in Vietnam — just after Chappaquiddick “Hughes” Dickie’s Peking trip, and on the eve of his Moscow crawl. Chile is in full revolt against the CIA and ITT. (Written documents are potent.) You read the papers. Think about it. Pakistan, Northern Ireland — where Teddy and Dickie pander for American-Irish votes. It’s nothing but hatred for the exposed fangs of the Vatican-Mafia handmaidens that own the United States — and squat on all those graves — from Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania to Cypress Lawn (Mary Jo rests in one, my father in the other). These handmaidens can’t afford to lose — any more than they can afford to allow the exposure of the massive cover-ups — the Alioto hit-run, Chappaquiddick, JFK at Dallas, Bobby in L.A., Yablonski family, Martin Luther King. And they are massive.
So — Fatima #3. “Circumstances…from which there is no escape.” The non Mafia half knows. So — there it is. Nose to nose with missiles. Now — Suddenly — it will be done. All over. Cancer — and everything else — dead.
No time to read documents then, mother. Maybe time for one word — “Why?”
The cure is the killing of cancer — cancer only — without killing the patient. But the cancer that owns the hospital won’t kill itself. And the patient, in addition to cancer, has another complicating disease — a dense concentration of yellow — apathy, if you will — “I don’t want to get involved.” “I don’t want to know.” “It’s too deep for me.” “Let someone else do it.” “What can I do?” “This has been going on since the beginning of time.”
I wonder what happened to the descendants of those at Concord Bridge in 1776. They must have all been murdered in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, etc. — and the breed watered down. Look around. Descendants of Mafia and the apathy that breeds it. It’s a massive breed of shit. Infectious shit. America has that dense yellow concentration disease. I call it MMORDIS — Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit. MMORDIS. I named it that because that’s what it is — and Nixon and Mitchell have banned the use of the word “Mafia.” The murdering Mafia Chappaquiddick slobs, whom I elected — because I had no choice, either. They at least spoke of “Law and Order.” And proceeded to murder Mary Jo and my father — and — upcoming — all of us. Courtesy of the Mafia who pays them — Onassis’ “Hughes,” CIA-ITT, Ford, GM — and on and on — holy sounding names, until you examine the carefully hidden Mafia connections of the key stockholders, who appoint the Boards of Directors, who appoint the Presidents, Judges, Congressmen, Governors — holy sounding names until you examine the murder, treason,

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conspiracy, war crimes, and necrophilia they commit. Mary Jo. Heroin. “Hughes.” The list is long.
You will find the complete list in the confessional blackmail files (Ah, yes, these are choicer than Rand’s, or Hoover’s or Justice) of Montini’s (God) Roman Catholic Church and the lower branches of Bishops who hold the hands of Alioto, Daley and that list is available to all. Has been for some time. (Fellmeth, Nader’s partner, now “investigating” Congress, ran from me — and that list about Congressmen — in San Francisco Feb. 14, 197[exact year unreadable ]. He ran to Washington and has been in hiding ever since. Nader hides in phone booths in Washington. Harry Miller ran from that list, here — and from me on about that same date — and now hides in a washroom in one of Alioto’s police stations.
Montini beatifically sanctions the monstrous mess with a saintly smile — as his hooded ass squats on Mary Jo’s grave, and my father’s, and the other millions. And Malachi Martin writes “Pope Paul… locked in a fervid maze of circumstances… from which there is no escape. His position is untenable. It has, in a sense, unpoped him. Montini does not know what to do. Nobody alive can tell him.”
(Repetitious, many have said of these words I tape. True. Deliberate. Works well in a computer. Delineation lines. Triangulation — multiplied many times. Every line intersects at the cancer — MMORDIS — -)
“Nobody alive can tell him.” True and not true. Not true — because I told him what to do — and why. True — because Christ has been hanging in a cross for 2000 years — and is coming off that torture rack to tell him personally. And make arrangements for replacements on crosses. Malachi Martin “sees, with regret, the old Roman Catholic Order passing without yielding place to new.” Not true — only the cover-up of Christ will be exposed, only the cancer removed, the handmaiden Mafia connection severed, the blackmail confessional files released — for instance — Cardinal Cushing — Jackie’s confessional — eve of wedding to Onassis — “Weird October”, 1968: “If the world knew what she told me, they would not believe me…welcome Onassis and bring your checkbook.” Or Cardinal Spellman — to his flock: “Vietnam is a Holy Crusade. The Pope approves.” Kennedy had already started it. The handmaidens at work.
“…without yielding place to new,” says Malachi. Not true. If any of us are still here, the new image will be that of a healthy doctor with a scalpel cutting cancer from a patient. It won’t be the image of a skinny man skewered on a cross with a spear in his belly — “turning the other cheek.” And all of his commandments will be listed — including the Eleventh: “Murderers on the Cross — Not Me.”
And the murderers will be on crosses. Said Johnson: “We hang together or we hang separately.” He keeps repeating this to the boys. He’s right. And he’s wrong. They will hang, that’s right. But not “together or separately.” Together and separately and sideways and crosswise and every other way.

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Holy Week. The eager volunteer — the stranger didn’t show since Easter. But an Alioto cop did. Tow away warning. “Get this car off the street or we’ll impound it.”
Two mechanics within two blocks. I saw each and asked them to tow my car in and fix it. Fine, they said. We need the work. I stopped at each today and said okay let’s go and then I told them what happened to the car — the hit-runs by Alioto, sealing wax in the carburetor, exposed spark in the distributor, Chappaquiddick, the fact that I wanted to preserve the car as a piece of evidence and would they check closely for tampering while they were fixing it. You would think they were reading from the same script. “Sorry, I can’t tow you in — too busy.” Me: “I’ll bring it in.” Him: “I have more work than I can handle. I don’t want to get involved.” Me: “In fixing my car? I’ll pay you well.” Him: “Try somebody else. I’m busy. Good-bye.”
So I went down the street ten blocks to the next mechanic. I did not tell him the truth. I simply said, “My car won’t start. Can you fix it?” He: “Sure. Bring it in.”
And I will not say a word. I’ve gotta get it off the street anyhow. Maybe he’ll fix it. If I don’t tell him the truth.
I hope there isn’t something else rigged in there — like the Molotov cocktail rigged for me on Sept. 10, 1971 — and again on the day before your trip. If so, he might not be so pleased in performing this particular job.
That’s the way it is. A picture of the depth of that American yellow disease — infectious shit — MMORDIS. Brave, free Mafia Americans. When the cop tagged the car — “Get it off the street!” — I had a thought that maybe the stranger was in jail. I don’t know. But as with the Sept. 10, 1971 rigging, these little things usually add up at a later date. He did have my phone number and he did live just across the street from the parked car. And he was digging into the problem. And he disappeared. Three days before you left I discovered that a teaspoon of gas in the carburetor started it right up. Inconvenient, but I was happy. Then something new happened — and the backfire through the carburetor. Explosion and flame — but not enough to burn it all up — or blow it all up. Because by then both the carburetor pump was out and the spray jets were plugged.
Evidence must be destroyed. My car is evidence. Your husband was evidence. Mary Jo was evidence. It took everybody — CIA, FBI. Justice, Supreme Court, President and Pope to destroy the JFK evidence. Same with Chappaquiddick. Same with “Howard Hughes.” I’m too tired to complete the list.
But the reason this group is losing is because the Alioto hit-run cover-up was like swallowing a fish hook. The more they swallow the deeper it sinks in and the line is still attached. I can jerk it up anytime I please. I prefer to let it get half way out the asshole during the “sigh of relief” shit out process — and then jerk back, asshole, belly and all — inside out — and expose that deep yellow concentrated cancer disease to the “curing” rays of sunlight. All of it. That is one way to kill cancer. Doesn’t help the patient either. But what can you do without a scalpel?
Missiles — nose to nose — both ways? Well, one way to kill fleas on cats is to tie the cats’ tails together and throw them over a clothesline. It’s a sure way to kill the fleas. Doesn’t help the cats of course. But there is no scalpel.

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There’s a new thing around.
Cruel? Absolutely not. Declared legal and honorable is every known form of murder. Christ on a cross (“He died for your sins,” says the Mafia — who murdered him). Mary Jo in a 2 hour and 15 minute total terror suffocation — with a busted nose — in a tomb — provided by Teddy — in the cold waters of Poucha Pond.
Declared legal and honorable by Pope and President — Vatican and Senate — and an entire U.S. of Mafia nation. “I don’t want to get involved.” “We don’t care in it was murder. We are satisfied.”
A commander — any war — position overrun — calls for the artillery — right on his head. Kills everybody. All of his, but also all of the enemy. And that is the name of the game. Kill the enemy. The commander gets the Medal of Honor — posthumously. From the President of the United States of Mafia.
“The Enemy Within” — by Bobby — suppressed. Onassis bought it, blocked it, buried it. The title was taken from the “treason” definition. Too dangerous.
“The Enemy Within and Without” — amplified and described herein. Given a tag — MMORDIS. Individual crimes and wholesale crimes documented and detailed. The cause of war. The cause of crime. Proven.
The constitution of 1776 — in word and intent — reads, “Treason is aiding and abetting the Enemy Within and the Enemy Without.”
Hanging offense. Johnson knows — “We hang together or we hang separately.”
The Mafia courts — for the Mafia — violated the constitution — and this time — even the apathetic public — -”No death penalty for any crime — including treason.” So works the Mafia legal cancer.
They will solemnly convene and declare missiles coming in to be illegal — as the first ones come in. They will resist the killing of cancer up to and including the bitter atomic end. Unfortunately, for you, where they go, you go too. And you can talk to that missile — as it comes in — and tell it, “I’m too busy. I don’t want to get involved.”
Mack, to me, re: a talk with Mitchell: “Let me know what you want to do.” Me to him: “I know what to do. The question is, who for? The shit that I see?” (That’s a good question. He didn’t answer.) And the next day, when I called with an outline for scalpel conditions — he disappeared. He hides in a shit bowl in the penthouse of the Bank Of California — occasionally opening the lid to receive Alioto’s interest free deposit money — and pass out loans to Onassis’ “Hughes” Lockheed. It would indeed be ironic if the lid fell on his nose and busted his beak and it took him 2 hours and 13 minutes to suffocate in that cold shit pond water, because that lid has a time lock — 4 hours — once for the Alioto take and once for the Onassis give. Without the busted beak, Mary Jo would have lived until the diver dragged her out. And if that happened to Mack — in that shit bowl — he would feel, personally, how the terror murder of Mary Jo was committed.
He is hiding in that shit bowl — under a Federal time-lock lid — from me. But there’s always an answer. I could always train cobras and put them in the sewage lines so that they would crawl up his ass and poke their mouths out his mouth and grab the Alioto take and the Onassis give and drop that down the pipe to me and then they could chomp away on the Mafia meat. His own bank’s policy — “Who cares how you get the loot or what happens to the body afterward.” Dickie’s Policy. Montini’s. You can’t go any higher than that. Or any lower than a shit bowl. Which Onassis would then promptly flush. To remove the evidence.

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April 7, 1972
Dear Mother:
Today Agnew stated: “The Vietnam War is the most moral act in United States history.”
Humphrey states: “I want Teddy for my V.P. That way I can shelter him from antagonism about Chappaquiddick. I swear to serve one term only — and then Teddy can take over.”
Herb Caen asks: “Why can’t McGovern be as phony as FDR, JFK or Bobby? To add some zest.”
The answer is that McGovern must be clean — in order to cover up for Teddy. McGovern’s campaign managers are Salinger and Mankiewicz — stalwarts from all Kennedy campaigns. They beg Daley to join their campaign. McGovern was the first Senator to assure Teddy of “full support” for Teddy in his “Chappaquiddick troubles.”
Quote from Daley about McGovern: “This McGovern’s going to have all those woolly heads around him. He might as will forget about the support of our kind of people.” Regular Democrats quote? “Stopping McGovern at Miami Beach is a holy cause.” And continue, “We think the nomination of McGovern would mean the end of the Democratic Party. The means of nominating Teddy are shrouded in ambiguity.” The hierarchy of the AFofL-CIO “sees McGovern as a menace.”
McCabe states: FDR and JFK were phony but did become human once in a while. Nixon and his mob are cold, cold hearted.” Schorr called Nixon a traitor. True. Murderer too. Bribery? Yes. Conspiracy? Yes. High Crimes? Yes. Misdemeanors? Yes. Aid and Comfort to the Enemy Within and Without? Yes. War Crimes? Yes. Necrophilia? Yes (“Hughes” — Mary Jo — my father).
His record reads like Teddy’s. These two will run for the next presidency. The Mafia election process. One of them might be elected.
Carl Rowan states: “The Peking trip failed. China didn’t budge (Chiang Ching has my historic stone.). The Russian trip will fail. Dickie already knows it as he watches Russian tanks “invade” South Vietnam. (Brehznev has a historic stone. Everybody has copies of this history — except Dickie and the full Mafia hierarchy. They buried theirs.)
And so Dickie’s cranking up Fatima #3. Anderson — today quotes dissident top security people (now dismissed, jailed, etc. — all but seven, who are still there). “Contingency plans are set to A-Blast Vietnam.”
Myers was pronounced dead today. Like your husband — another bit of evidence dead. The mechanic said, “Your motor was eaten out from inside. It won’t start again.” Does that sound familiar? New motor, mother, when I bought it. The owner guaranteed me 50,000 miles without any major motor trouble — if I cared for it properly — in writing. 20,000 miles and it had the best of oil — from me. But something was intermittently added to that oil. Just as sealing wax in the carburetor — and distributor “alterations” — were added on Sept. 10, 1971. And a deep carburetor adjustment was made — two days before

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you left with these papers.
The history of the car is interesting. Clobbered by Alioto — two weeks after I bought it. Five more hit-runs — none before, none since — in the year I was supposed to go to the insurance company and accept much money. Intermittent oil “additives.” Sealing wax and “spark” adjustments on Sept. 16, 1971. Death — suddenly — two days before you left — with papers. The car was a potent witness.
“Stress” — reads my father’s death certificate. That started the night Alioto clobbered my car. Three and a half years later — one week before Peking — came the hydrochloric acid and blood. While Dickie was in Peking, death.
A month and a half of problems for you and I, too.
The car went out as you left. Three more weeks of problems — for me. As of today. This weekend I will entomb it — temporarily — just as we did my father (The car — if any of us stay — will go on the Washington Monument).
You see — Dickie goes to Moscow next month.
You said it — “What kind of monsters are these?” You were the one who got up at intervals during the nights of those years — when he asked you to check a noise and see if Yablonski shotguns were out there. He was worried about us the night before he died. He told both of us, “One of you is scheduled to be knocked over tonight.” (Two weeks later I told Jim Lindberg I would hang everyone in the CIA — top to bottom). Whatever else — he had guts — and he was honest. He would have been an excellent witness. Nixon — to Nader — all the hierarchy — left him with his “stress.” And you. And me.
“Natural” — these things are. My father, my car, Mary Jo.
My car — 14 years old — and non-running. Eaten up. Three strangers offered to buy my motor. Almost eagerly.
It has already had an autopsy. It will have another.
So will Mary Jo. And millions more.
These letters weren’t entirely meant for you — as you know. They go out to many — in different ways. You — or anyone else — can’t burn them, destroy them, or forget them. Please, do exactly as I tell you — and sit back and enjoy your swing in the sun.
That sun you enjoy can be blotted out — in one hour. It is indeed fortunate that some are still trying to kill the cancer before it kills us all.
Today copies went to McTernan and Vuvaris — two more running for a Superior Court Judge job. Senator Proxmire’s niece delivered one. She’s a good one. And that will be an interesting election to watch.
Delighted you will see Beverly — and are enjoying yourself/
Just one question — What about the papers? Reaction?
People have been murdered over them. More will be. One of the questions is “who?” There are only two sides.
Another is — ”All of us?” And another is — “Why?”

Love
Bruce

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April 9, 1972
Mother:
Bunch of people here at the house say hello. Mrs. Pushkaroff just brought me part of her Easter breakfast (Russian Orthodox).
The car has been interred — with a flower in the radiator. Some friends of mine will quietly conduct an autopsy. (They did this on “Howard Hughes” — and have a plan for Mary Jo’s resurrection. They’re foreigners, mother. No American would do it. Americans — as you have seen — are a Mafia breed of shit. You call them “monsters.” You are much too kind)
Hallinan, who “has made his peace with the establishment and has full backing of the Democratic Party” (he once ran for President on the Socialist ticket) is already rattling his blackmail. Says he: “San Francisco courts are scandalous. Judges are alcoholics, lazy and incompetent.” (“Incompetent” is a general term, about which all of the others will immediately attempt to arrange a lid.) Judge Allen, his opponent, is still hiding.
Laird and Gayler state: “Russia is behind the current North Vietnam ‘invasion.’ It is a flagrant violation of Johnson’s understandings,” which Johnson — all alone — declared — six days before the 1968 election — when he — all alone — announced, “Peace in Vietnam — Stop the Bombing — Elect Hubert.” (And that would have elected Alioto’s Hubert — if Hubert hadn’t been frightened out of the Bay Area by Alioto’s hit-run — a flight that cost Hubert 100 thousand votes — and the state — and the election.)
(Let’s see, Judge Aitken still hides in U.S. Attorney Peek-A-Boo Browning’s office — and in another Superior Court Judge race, McTernan and Vuvaris have so far maintained an ominous silence.)
Kuwait’s ambassador to the UN — Bishara — states: “We have no political prisoners in our jails. I dare you, in the U.S., to tell me you have no political prisoners.” (He speaks of Ellsberg, the Berrigans, Sirhan — and a lengthy list. He does not — yet — mention those who were murdered — such as Mary Jo and my father.) “We were asked to solve the U.N. Monetary problem, not because we were the wealthiest,” (Oil) “but because we are the fittest. Kuwait was asked — instead of the United States” (of Mafia) “because the U.S.” (of Mafia) “would put conditions on its financial” (Mafia) “assistance.”
(Bishara also knows that the U.S. of Mafia is now scuttling the U.N. because — somehow — the U.N. kicked out heroin pushing Taiwan — and brought in the heroin hating Chinese — who are currently resurrecting Mary Jo’s busted nosed body.)
A year or so ago, when that “legislative aide” (from Javits, I thought — written back in here somewhere) was needling me, I quoted him the Chinese prices on the ears of every murdering Senator, etc., and suggested he watch for a nasty U.N. resolution from Chile. That is shaping fine, mother. By the sheer weight of their own Mafia shit — -ITT, CIA, Ford, B of A — and the U.S. of Mafia —

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Chile’s finally gonna spring it. (Kuwait is a prelude.)
That ITT memo — released the day after your husband’s murder — the day I invited Dickie to the funeral (and he didn’t show because he was busy in Peking trying to purchase the country) — was indeed potent.
I get your letters, mother, two days after you write them. You get mine 6 days after they’re mailed. They’re being read, just as Nader’s first one was — before delivery. And they’re only delivered because it is sadly known that copies are going out — from here — in all directions.
Since your departure, this has been going on — just after the murder of a car. A month after the murder of my father. March 21st, you left. On April 7th — Johnson — (“Hang together or hang separately”) had a heart attack. Said sad Lady Bird: “He has been very nervous.”
Yes. I expect Montini to get sick. And a batch of other Mafia stalwarts mentioned herein. The stench of barbecued girl flesh is nauseating even to the barbecuers.
‘Let me make one thing perfectly clear’ — It is simply the ‘proliferation’ of hydrochloric acid and blood — and sealing wax — and Poucha Pond Holy Water — flowing freely in ‘intergressive interdiction’ and ‘protective reaction.’
As I said to Betty Waterhouse: “I am the hangman.” Here or both. I guess I haven’t mentioned her. Lived with Howard Hughes — 1945 to 1949. Told me much about Howard, McNamara, and Ronnie’s dual nature at Ciro’s (corner table, next to the hat check room — Ronnie — and it is noted that Ronnie has since graduated to dual ‘holdings’ with dope pushing Mandarin Thieu and dope pushing Mandarin Chiang) and accompanied the good with the rotten — ”We’ve gotta get your car off the street.” “I like the Mafia.” “You’re dead.” “With all your problems, where is the rest of your family — your brother, for instance?” “Tell me about that mineral.” And finally — a few days before my father’s murder — when I was really uptight — a bitter attempted discreditation of the Alioto hit-run.
I told her the truth.
Her husband, Levitus, “died” a few days after my father “died.”
Enough about death. Here’s something about eternal life.
Twelve have done it. And 360 “living” people have made financial arrangements for cryogenic freezing after death (There’s that word again). One of these is “Howard Hughes” — who died (again) April 16, 1971, was buried off Tinos, Greece, by Onassis, on April 18, 1971, and was “resurrected” by friends of mine…
Quotations came, of course, just as on the Jean Peters marriage license in Tonepah during Apalachin — Dickie’s “Fuck America” year — 1957 — and again in June, 1971, two months after “Hughes” death (again), when Jean Peters obtained a Tonepah divorce.

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The CIA — and Onassis — guards her around the clock. Things are getting tight. She is one more human who will have an accident in a pond. Care to watch a murder?
Forget it. Keep a mirror with you and watch your own. You, who read this, are now more dangerous than she is — to MMORDIS — and they murder all witnesses. All of them.
Others also have views about hanging and the dissipation of shit. Me, for instance.
Burning bridges, they call this. It’s a small atomic world. Where do you run?
We will see if you love shit enough to go down the shit drain with it. And we will put that on your tombstone. Your place in history, along with the revised inscriptions on memorials and pyramids. And, as I say, Mother, this is not written primarily to you. It has already been read — by competent, angry eyes. Pass it out and keep swinging in the sun. At least you have a front row seat to history. So did my father. He had lots of faith in me. I do too. Someday I’ll tell you what he said to me those nights in the hospital. You would be very proud.
I am.

Luv Ya
Bruce

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April 14, 1972
Beverly:
Andre at Alexis said to say hello to that beautiful girl. So, Hello. (He was robbed the morning after you left — $5 thou — the weekend receipts. He didn’t make a dime from our cokes, did he?) Say hello to Gloria and I’ll write you a longer letter later.

Mother:
My questions are simple and blunt. So is murder. I have no time to play games or cater to someone’s false pride. Or Mafia endorsement. On a slab in the morgue the blood doesn’t run and the shit flows freely. Mine, yours, my father’s, Mary Jo, Newsom’s nieces, the Yablonski family —
Yablonski family — yesterday (after two years), Justice finally releases a confession that ties it to Tony Boyle. Pressure — they had to do it. And that is where it will stop. As with Lansky in Vegas, Boyle is slated to be the fall guy. It will not go on to Hoffa (release by Dickie because of Loeb’s Chappaquiddick phone call records) or Onassis or Dickie. It was Nader who promoted Yablonski into his union reform movement (and then — after the family murder, Nader took Onassis’ bribe and took a hike) and it involved the stealing on $135 million in Union Pension Funds and the Mafia purchase of elections. But the total U.S. Pension Fund is $135 billion — that’s billion — that is being looted. Boyle is merely the tip of the iceberg and that is where they will cap it off (that is, they will try). The petty Mafia murderers were promised life jobs — like Maheu. The methods of murder they planned were poison in the food, arsenic in the cigarettes, car accident and shotgun blast. Do those two underlined sound familiar?
You are not bound to any April 25th date — for anything. You know that. You can cash any authorization anywhere. I will take care of rent, bills, etc. I will meet you whenever you arrive. I have another car, and five more in the wings. You deserve a vacation. Take as long as you like. There are, however 30 — as I count — 30 — adult Roberts and Kimball family members within reach of you and those papers — where you are. It is their murder that I speak of. I want them to know and I want to know their reaction. You don’t have to do a damn thing. Let them read. You take a vacation. You mention one instance where someone there — in three weeks — March 21st to April 9th — still hadn’t finished reading it. That’s not normal — Brehznev read that segment in 1 hour and 10 minutes — eagerly. Dickie read it in a half hour (of course, he was well aware of the facts), and then he burned it. Around S.F. the average reading time is 2 hours — and no one puts it down till he’s through.
Your other son burned his “do not destroy” letter and ran like a rabbit after reading these papers — and from his own father’s murder. His wife, Thelma Golding, worked for Schulman (National General Corp. — theaters, etc.). Schulman is a Mafia partner of C. Arnholdt Smith — who purchased San Diego for Dickie (and himself). In this murderous, treasonous shit pit — there are no coincidences — and that is why Golding included that Mafia barb in her death note. Stop here for a moment and count the massive millions who squat on Mary Jo’s grave — beginning with Mafia Mama Rosie, the Pope, and Dickie — and going right down to the local narcotics captain whom I cornered in “Grant’s Tomb” on Irving, the other night —

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and laid out the details of the Harry Yee heroin bit. (Quickly, I had to do it — since, as I got to the address in S.F. where — at that very moment — opium was being refined into heroin — he was jerking his girlfriend out the door — white faced, as was your other son). At 4:a.m., Bob Kusick pointed a small gun at me — since, by that time I had run through the entire thing — Onassis, 1932, to date. He put it away — and the next night — with a friend at each end of the place — I had a talk with him. One way conversation, since I was there to kill him. Said he: “Bob, you know, we talked for four hours last night and I don’t remember one single thing. I must be slipping. We’re friends, huh?” (He’s an ex-cop and a bunch of local cops hang out there. He’d had a day to check things). I said “Sure” and left.
(I will hang him and the narcotics captain.)
Betty Waterhouse (married name Levitus) is the heir to the Price-Waterhouse money ($40 million, she says). We met because she lived with Howard Hughes family from 1945 to 1949. In 1938, in Tacoma, she had an abortion — courtesy Robert McNamara (remember him — Body Count McNamara from Johnson’s Vietnam?). He threw new money in her face — “Damn you, you made me sell my car for your stinking abortion.” (It’s back in here somewhere). She nearly bled to death. She hates him. She intimated collecting some of that $400 and using my method s to give Robert McNamara one gigantic abortion. But around Christmas of last year when I was delivering that 62 carat heart shaped sapphire to that ITT wife — Elizabeth Dale — I met her on the street and showed her the stone. Later that day — she was white faced and solemn — said she: “You really do have that Onassis diary.” And that’s where the bitterness really started. Her hubby — who “died” days after my father “died” — worked for Sarnoff (high security clearance — once ran part of the DEW line — Sarnoff’s Early Warning Radar System. Sarnoff was the big lip-off in 1959 at Kruschev’s meeting with the “real rulers of America”. Part of the Harriman-Roosevelt-Lehman Mafia cruddy group). Betty’s needles kept getting sharper — “Where’s your brother during all these things?” About you — “Oh well. They’ve lived a long time.” At any rate — you should know this — when I couldn’t stomach that Mafia twist any longer I told her, “Betty, I will hang you for your attempts to discredit me — couched among valuable tidbits of information. I am the hangman. And I will hang my own brother, if he is involved as Ma and Pa Kopechne were — and all of the Chappaquiddick broads — and many like Elizabeth Jean Peters (Jean Peters, to you) — who ‘married’ and ‘divorced’ Howard Hughes — who participated, knowingly, in the biggest con game in history. Murder, treason.”
Betty Waterhouse Levitus was the discarded daughter of the original Waterhouse. The family who raised her includes a “brother” called Maheu (I haven’t checked this out yet). Her doctor is Bruhon Kawala, who signed the death certificate of my father.
Some news notes — Dickie — re: Amchitka: “Fuck the Constitution and the Supreme Court — I have done it anyhow.”(a direct Reagan quote). Dickie: “More American tax money to Montini for ‘schools’.” “Fuck the constitution. I’ll get the loot to Montini anyhow.” Headline: “More delay in Alioto trial.” News item: “Walters approved as #2 Director of CIA. Only five

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Senators were on the floor of the Senate when the approval went through.” New York Times: “Chappaquiddick is the issue that will not die. There is no longer any safety in hiding.” — True. Muskie: “Nixon can’t reform. He owes too much to Mafia corporate America.” Buckley: “It is Mafia government greed that brings home the consequences of corruption — murder, treason, looting.” Hearst’s columnist Nolan: “San Francisco — the city that greed built — and waits to die.” (He runs — white faced. I invited him to the funeral. He didn’t show.) News — re: Smith and Schulman’s San Diego U.S. Attorney Seward: “There is treason in Seward’s connection to the San Diego bribes — and yet he was cleared — by Justice, and retained ‘for the sake of the public image of confidence in law enforcement’.” News item: “The CIA stated it’s crews are no longer roaming China’s Yunnan Province. Instead they are patrolling the Laotian opium routes.” (Yes — all the way to Harry Yee — and they’re still looking for minerals.) News: “Alioto is set to run for Governor now — and plans to nominate Humphrey for President again.” (Re-run of 1968. That blackmail is potent.) News: “Both doctors who kept Dita Beard from testifying (“heart attack”) were under indictment for fraud.” (Pressure blackmail). Local news — McTernan, who has read these papers: “My opponent, Judge Vuvaris, should be condemned for his public support of Mafia Greece.”
Congressman Gallagher, New Jersey: Indicted by a friend of mine, U.S. Attorney Stern (whom Dickie hates), who hung it on Mary Jo’s last employer — Kennedy’s Mayor Whelan (and Mayor “Pope” Addonizio). The job with Whelan drove Mary Jo to Chappaquiddick, berserk and disillusioned — to be murdered by Teddy, the next President of the U.S. of Mafia. (Yes, mother, that’s the way I want it. The film of the total United States support of the murdering Mafia — by the election of the murderer of the Pond — will then be totally complete. And there is nothing any of these murdering Mafia bastards can do to stop it. And what follows. A totally committed Mafia Move-out long ago on a “future script” — jazzed up somewhat to make the film more vivid — and stirred up to keep the actors hot and hopping. Which they are. And will be. More harpoons are on the way.)
Anyhow — Gallagher. A direct employee of the Mafia Ziccarelli family. Seven term congressman. Ran foreign affairs in the House of Representatives for Johnson (Vietnam). Split $600 thousand loot with Whelan. Kept his half. Whelan deposited his half in the Miami National Bank for Swiss washing (Miami National has secret accounts and is one of the banks Onassis uses to wash the “Hughes Medical Research loot — and is used by the heroin loot boys — and Lansky and Tommy Corcoran — for Chiang — and, and, and…)
I have to go now. This letter too is not really meant for you. You know what I want. Do it. Or don’t. That will be on film too. “There is no longer any safety in hiding. Chappaquiddick [Unreadable ]. Vacation. Stay longer. Let others read. These letters too. Everybody

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April 26, 1972
Dickie spoke tonight about Vietnam.
“America has a destiny to rule the world” (Fatima #3). “Johnson’s DMZ is an international boundary” (Map makers can now put this on the map). “Johnson’s” (six days before election) “‘understanding’ was violated by the enemy” (no war was ever declared) “as they crossed that international boundary” (this was not so when Dickie crossed Cambodia’s, and the CIA crossed China’s, looking for minerals, and the Joint Chiefs of Mafia occupied Laos in order to funnel the heroin out).
The DMZ was hacked out of the jungle as a military measure by Johnson. His whim. There is no “understanding” — written or verbal. That was voiced by Johnson — 6 days before the 1968 election — in order to win the election for Hubert. Both Hubert and Dickie were bribed by Onassis-Hughes-Maheu, plus the regular batch of other Mafia groups. Dickie had already sold out to Onassis-Hughes in 1957 (Fuck America — go ahead, Onassis, and set up the tax free Howard Hughes Medical Research Mafia Money Funnel) and again in 1960, 1968, as mentioned, and again to the same group, plus all of the others three weeks after Chappaquiddick when I laid the solution to Mary Jo’s murder in his lap. At that moment Johnson was repeating to Dickie the same message he received on the plane from Dallas (Midwestern radio station, from the Pentagon), “We hang together or we hang separately.” And Dickie supported the Mafia dictatorships everywhere — Taiwan (Chiang and Cardinal Lu Pin), Greece (Onassis and Pappas), South Vietnam (Thieu and the Pope) — and everywhere else through the Mafia CIA, Body Count McNamara’s World Bank, Ford Foundation, Purchased and pressured United Nations, Montini — anything and everything. He is a committed member of the Alioto-Onassis-Hughes-Yu-Kennedy Mafia group — a portion of MMORDIS. And declared — in his speech — that he cannot be prosecuted — since he is president — and he will not allow the presidency to be demeaned — or Teddy Mary Jo Kennedy or Onassis+Jackie+Howard Hughes or Alioto or ITT or God Montini+Graham. In his speech he commits the entire American public to the defense of dope pushing Catholic Mandarin Thieu (knowing that the double Diem-Kennedy murders will happen to Dickie and Thieu — if he doesn’t).
He committed the American public to be murdered for Fatima #3.
Says Senator Gravel: “We are killing hundreds of thousands to save the face of one individual — Nixon.” “Nixon is guilty of malfeasance in office, murder, genocide and public information suppression. His Capo, Senator Griffin is blocking my new release of the Kissinger 1969 Vietnam report.” (Griffin was following Hubert around in the 1968 campaign — as part of a Republican truth squad. Aware of the Alioto hit-run that frightened Humphrey out of San Francisco — he couldn’t help from uttering cute remarks about Hubert’s frightened run that cost him the election — despite Johnson’s 6 day before the election “understanding.” No record

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of any understanding can be found. But Griffin’s remarks — and Hubert’s — and many more — about that situation — are fully and publicly recorded. How could they know then (since, as when Teddy charged his phone calls at the Chappaquiddick cottage, no key exposure murder or key Mafia election process exposure had as yet occurred) that their very cute remarks then would come back to hang themselves?)
On March 21st, these papers went out in many places — 1972. On April 7th, more went out (and on that day both Johnson and Onassis had a heart attack). Primarily because on April 3rd a letter to my mother — from me, was mailed. It was unusually late in delivery — and had been well read — en route — just as the Nader letter (which brought Onassis’ half million bribe to Nader) was read. Read it. It’s attached. It’s dated “Easter, 1972.” That was April 2nd. It is the only one in the batch of six that I sent her that doesn’t have a legible postmark. The key quote from that one is:
“Let me know how many of my letters you have received — when you received them — and bring them with you when you come back. Do not burn them — as your other son did — despite my warning — ‘Do Not Destroy.’ Let anybody read them. It’s a matter of truth. I am alive because of that. So are you. And everybody else. The timing of World War III has been preempted. Witness Dickie’s trembling crawls to China and Russia. Months ago Mack said ‘Would it help if you talked to Mitchell?’ I said ‘No.’ Wouldn’t it be a thing if Dickie showed up at my door and said the same thing Marie Elena Merryman said: ‘Please.” Or — when Dickie gets to Moscow — Brehznev introduces Dickie to a fellow American — me.
“This has been suggested. (I am told the remains of “Hughes” are there — maybe I should present those to Dickie — at that time. Everybody is looking for “Howie” — aren’t they?)”
April 3rd, 1972, that went out (April 7th, heart attacks — Johnson and Onassis).
April 20th to April 24th — Kissinger was in Moscow — secretly — checking the “agenda” (as one week after my “Chappaquiddick Dickie” discourse with Neilson-Green, secretly, suddenly in Peking — a trip which caused the expulsion of Taiwan and the admission of China to the United Nations). Dickie had said Kissinger was with him at Camp David during those days. And a news headline asked, “Why does the President of the United States — and his entire staff — lie? Why is it necessary?” Capo Kissinger presented a scowling face and said he discussed the upcoming Dickie Moscow trip with the Russians and that the world situation is ‘delicate’.”
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on a piece of paper — an anonymous letter about ITT. This Mafia Republican Convention “fix” was further embarrassed in San Diego about Mafia criminal conduct by the San Diego U.S. Attorney’s office (re. Smith, Schulman and co.). But at any rate, this time — 1972 — we have both Mafia parties conducting their election “fixes” in Miami — where the “Hughes” Medical Research Mafia money funnel “fix” (courtesy Dickie) has been running successfully since 1957. (The new U.S. Attorney General — Kleindienst — heartily endorsed the San Diego U.S. Attorney’s office Mafia action. We do have law and order.)
Editorial quote from the London Sunday Express: “The inquiry by the American House of Representatives into Northern Ireland was set up because a few Americans, notably the contemptible Senator Edward Kennedy, wish to advance their political careers. How would Mr. Kennedy like it if Parliament started probing into the death of the girl at Chappaquiddick?”
(He just doesn’t understand the American Mafia election process, does he?)
But Mafia Mama Rosie does. Says she: “I’m so relieved that Teddy didn’t get hurt in that accident at the bridge. I think there is too much risk for Teddy to run for president right now. If he wants it, it would be better to run a little later — say about July at the Demo convention — where he will be acclaimed a hero for running — against great risks — and filling the great gap of leadership in the Democratic Party.”
Says Teddy (re. Flanigan’s “offer” to testify about ITT — on condition) “We will not allow a witness to dictate what we can question him about.”
Let’s see. An entire Mafia nation backed Teddy at the Chappaquiddick inquests in dictating what he would allow himself to be questioned about. All in his glorious fight against one terror stricken, busted nose, murdered girl — (running in fright to Mafia Crusader Nader) — condemned — a la Judas — by all, including her own parents and God himself — Montini.
Says Schlesinger, the fatuous fart for previous Kennedys: “Teddy can wait to be president. Nixon will be defeated in November anyhow because he is playing the role of global godfather.” (Fatima #3, he is referring to — a course Dickie has stressed for 25 years and strongly since he sold out to Onassis “Hughes” at Apalachin). “Hang together or hang separately” is the motive — for all — Schlesinger, Teddy, Dickie, and McGovern — Schlesinger’s temporary choice.
And the Mafia UAW leaderships — a la Tony Boyle’s Mafia UMW leadership, and Mafia Hoffa’s Teamster’s leadership — all rise and scream “We Want Teddy”.
McGovern — the first to offer Teddy support in his fight against murdered
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And having spake thusly — to the loud cheers of voters — he then calls Mafia Mayor Daley — (who murdered Hampton and Clark — after Chappaquiddick — to shut off any possible exposure of their knowledge of the aborted Nov. 1, 1963, JFK Chicago Stadium assassination) — to beg for an alliance — and then resumes his asshole squatting on the grave of Mary Jo Kopechne.
Senator Margaret Chase Smith — called the ultimate in American womanhood — states: “The U.S. Senate is in trouble. Members regard it as a means to an end. Their personal interests are a detriment to the public and national interests. No wonder the American public is so fed up with Congress.” And having so stated, she resumes her asshole squat on Mary Jo’s grave — along with those other senators she spoke of, and the Chappaquiddick broads (Mary Jo’s friends), and probably whatever ‘American’ broads are currently reading these words. Mafia Mama Rosie, and Ethel and Joanie and the entire Kennedy brood laugh outright, while they squat. Ma Kopechne sports a religious grin and declares, “We don’t care if it was murder — we are satisfied.” Elizabeth Jean Peters — co-partner in the rottenest, necrophilia in history, “Wife” of “Howard Hughes.” The fucking of the dead.
McCloskey — Marine hero — running against Dickie — re: Vietnam: “We kill for pride.” “We must speak out.” (I told him he could be elected president — re: Chappaquiddick — he has been running ever since — off at the mouth about anything else — and like a rabbit — from me. A brave free American War Hero.)
Same day — Reagan: “We should use nuclear weapons — and pave over Vietnam and Russia and China. Hurt the enemy — kill him — until he sits down and begs for peace.” Enemy? Kill him? Let’s see — Mary Jo, Yablonski family, Newsom’s nieces, my father…
Representatives Dowdy and Gallagher (Whelan’s friends) — convicted — are still voting in Congress. One dissenter objected to criminals running the country. And the House of Representatives voted to censure the dissenter. Said Gallagher — in defense: “Hoover is guilty of Mafia corruption — and should be fired — but who will fire him? There is Mafia corruption at the very highest level.” Said Dowdy: “Fuck you all. I have congressional immunity. And precedent — Senators Montoya and Brewster, the $100 thou Johnson-Hoffa suitcase capos.” And all those Texas Mafia congressmen will have lunch with Mafia Dickie and Mafia Johnson tomorrow at “the ranch” — no doubt to discuss the subject of hanging. One more Mafia Apalachin Summit. (Mafia McCormack’s Sweig got out of the can today. So did Mafia Johnson’s Bobby Baker. Mafia “Papa” Addonizio and Mary Jo’s final employer — Mafia Whelan — haven’t gone in yet. They refuse to go. All of these will probably be at “the ranch” for that lunch. And probably Onassis, Alioto, Marcello, etc. Why not? It’s all out in the open now. And there’s no place to hide. Missiles and minerals [Unreadable ]. And neither can I.

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On the day Kissinger returned from Moscow, a man announcing himself as Howard Hughes called a news conference in New York. A man appeared — in a wheel chair, head completely bandaged — and announced that he was Howard Hughes and was going to have himself cryogenically frozen for twenty years or so. This was an obvious gag — of course — but not to scowling Dickie and Kissinger. All news of the press conference was immediately censored. A “cryogenically frozen Howard Hughes” is not to be taken with scorn. They scratch for a way out of that one and the cryogenic bit is a perfect fit. They feel that a lost “Hughes” body at sea — or somewhere would be just a little too much for anyone to swallow.
So the con goes on. About the time of “Hughes” public phone call from the Bahamas — changing Irving’s story — Teddy started lipping off heavy against Dickie. A Nixon hatchet — Dole — responded — referring to Chappaquiddick — and then Onassis responded to Dole by having wifie Jackie publicly “attempt” to talk to “Hughes” — Dickie’s sponsor.
Simon Rifkind — who paid Nader his Onassis-Kennedy-GM bribe- — as a result of a previous letter (Rifkind, whose cruddy Mafia career goes way beck to the Judge Crater disappearance in 1929) is currently Jackie’s attorney — in a case. The judge hearing that case was turned down by everybody — even the Mafia Bar Association — until Rifkind — a former Roosevelt Federal Judge — intervened and “fixed” the job for that judge. Whom do you think will win that case?
It is interesting to note that the Irvings — who know of “Hughes’ “ death — presented those McGraw-Hill checks — an obvious forgery, even to the Mafia Swiss Banks — only to Swiss banks owned by Onassis. But Onassis figured an easier way out of that. He got Hoover’s hatchet — NY D.A. Hogan (who covers for Hoover on the Rosensteil bit — by arresting Mrs. Rosensteil — the informant) and Mitchell’s hatchet — U.S. Attorney Seymour to pressure the Irvings (future loot, and short — or no — prison terms) to forget the whole affair.
Dietrich was easy to buy. He hasn’t talked to Hughes, or seen him, since he was fired by the Carl Byoir switched phony in 1957. Dietrich — like Eaton, who was allowed to publish the cryogenic bit — was allowed to go on the air and state positively that Hughes is alive. Mentally incompetent, he says (Hughes is the tenth biggest defense contractor — tax free). Jean Peters, he states, is a sweet clean country girl who saw her hubby “Howie” only once every few months for a half hour session.
News notes: “Funds for Refugee Aid are diverted to CIA secret Laotian Army. Civilian Health Funds are diverted to the same purpose. Chile says U.S. Foreign Policy is dictated by a large CIA Mafia group (referring to the McCone, ITT infestation). Victor Marchetti — CIA dissident is prohibited

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by a (Mafia) court from writing anything derogatory of the CIA — a la “Howard Hughes” (Marchetti resigned from the CIA one month after Chappaquiddick. “Twilight Of The Spooks” is what worries the CIA Mafia Branch. “Federal Court dismisses servicemen’s suit demanding impeachment of Supreme Court, Nixon, Mitchell, Agnew, and Laird for refusing to consider the Constitutionality of the Vietnam heroin War.”
Outcome Of the massive FBI raid to pick up 35 bookies in S.F. on “Nader Assassination Day,” “Nader Cancellation Day” — at the time of my Neilson-Green talks (Peking’s “Chappaquiddick Big Dickie”) and Kissinger’s sudden second trip to Peking, which forced Taiwan out and China in the U.N. — news item: “35 were picked up — all 35 were released. None were connected to any national syndicate. ‘It was mere petty stuff — forget it,’ said Judge Zirpoli.”
“210 Italian priests proclaim a ‘priest liberation movement.’ They accuse the Vatican of depriving priests of their freedom through alternate strategies of ‘moral pressure and concrete blackmail’.” ( Not a word yet about Mary Jo.)
“CIA charges that Bulgaria is the core of all dope pushing — and they are cracking down hard on Bulgaria.”
“Vatican paper, ‘Twin Circles,’ demands U.S. reconnaissance flights over all of China to locate opium fields. That is where all the opium is.” (These people should talk to Don Warner or Harry Yee or Chiang Kai Shek or Tommy The Cork Corcoran, Maheu, “Hughes,” Onassis and Dickie.)
“Teddy Kennedy: “The Department of Justice has a dual standard of Justice. One for Kleindienst — of ITT and San Diego — and another for the rest of us.” (Including, of course, “himself” — the murderer from the Pond.)
“Vatican bishops vote down a ‘censure the Vietnam War’ resolution.”
“Nixon’s speech tonight certifies his protection of (Mafia) Thieu and (Mafia) ITT.”
“Total censorship and suppression of a book — ‘Washington Payoff’ — because it deals with only one Mafia lobbyist and exact bribes paid to which Senator, Congressman and Judges.”
Connally quote: “A democracy without a high degree of public confidence cannot long survive. I wish to protect the SEC.” The rottenest, rigged crap game in the world, says Richard Ney. (Connally will be at the ranch for brunch with the Apalachin bunch tomorrow.)
McCloskey: “All the politicians are crooks” (about ITT, Reinecke, Flanigan, Mitchell, Dita Beard, Reagan, Gerrity Merriam — all prove this — and Chappaquiddick Twins Teddy and Tunney discuss this — and then all join to cancel the ITT hearings. On to the 1972 rigged wresting matches — and Fatima #3. Chappaquiddick Teddy vs. Chappaquiddick Dickie.).

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Alioto’s days? Back from trial acquitted to entertain Humphrey at campaign dinner. Demand for dismissal of the Federal trial. Says he, truthfully, “The entire Justice Department is crooked — witness the ITT case.” To Portland for testimonial dinner by AFofL-CIO — honoring the Mafia himself. Back to S.F. to officiate at AFofL-CIO Mafia bribery committee — COPE — $72 million bribe cash per year to elect Mafia candidates (“$9 million — we’re in debt,” cries Larry O’Brien). The COPE group coughs up this $72 million to bribe. Nixon had just been forced to indict Tony Boyle (that’s as high as it will go), and the UMW for murder contracts, bribes, and it’s part in the looting of the $135 billion — that’s $135 billion — pension fund system. And that is breach of omerta for Nixon, and of course cancels any prior credits for him for covering up the Senators Brewster and Montoya $100 thou suitcases to Johnson to keep Hoffa out of jail — and then finally getting Hoffa out of jail in order to keep the lid on the Chappaquiddick phone calls — with the aid of ITT and AT&T and “Hughes.”
Said Alioto: Nixon would crucify unions if they made illegal bribes like ITT did to him.” (Man, he’s loose with that word “crucify.” What “crucify” means is to stick a Maf on a cross instead of Christ. He doesn’t understand that — yet.)
Last year, Sweig — who buys Mafia candidates and boats with 75-year-secrecy Warren — was winner of the Brotherhood award (Swig’s partner is Wyler of New York). Year before, Alioto, I believe. This year, the one is Papal Mafia handmaiden Archbishop McGucken, who clutches Alioto to his holy heart. Sweig is both a 33rd Degree Mason and a Papal Knight (Mafia Mama Rosie is a Papal Princess.). Saluting McGucken were top ranking Masons and other Papal Knights. Mafia Montini is close to both groups — as is Mafia to both Mafia parties. The entire gathered group at that Brotherhood Award squats on Mary Jo’s grave, and “Hughes” and more who were murdered that evening. Three and one half years ago, Nixon — or any of these could have cleared it all up. Mary Jo would be alive, my father, Yablonski family, Tunney’s sister’s hubby, Newsom’s nieces — and yet, there they were rejoicing. Said Mafia Hearst’s Considine: “In China we finally found one Catholic Church — and the priest there stated that Maryknoll Bishop Walsh was a CIA agent. I would like to give that Chinese priest three Hail Mary’s and 24 years in jail.” No doubt. The Deputy of Christ at Auschwitz and Spellman’s “Holy Crusade” in Vietnam are ample precedent for anything — including the religious “Holy Crusade” squat on Mary Jo.

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Foreign newsmen — watching a succession of American Mafia trials — Ellsberg, the Berrigans, and dozens of “political” persecutions — know this entire bit.
McCabe said it: “We have a national inability to call a rose a rose. There are so many terrible things around we are afraid to call them by their right name.”
The name is MMORDIS. Mouldering Mass Of Rotten Dribbling Infectious Shit.
And the man on the cross can’t stand the stench.
A quote: “In the event of warning of an atomic attack follow all the suggested precautions. And then, if you see a white flash, place your head between your legs and kiss your Mafia ass good-bye.”
Those in the bunkers get a special goose. From that squat position — 22 hours to watch themselves rot — and sing that Mafia chorus about the squat on the busted nose of Mary Jo.

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May 9, 1972
Dickie — trapped, angry, desperate — today mined Vietnam waters. Quoted Dave Perkins: “Nixon’s plan to end the Indochina War is to create a global war.” True. Fatima #3.
The common denominator to it all — Montini and the Maf — Nixon and Graham — Hoover and the myth — Spellman and the Holy Crusade — Religion and Politics — the two no-no’s — “convert ‘em or kill ‘em.”
“Murder is as institutionalized with the UMW as it is with the Mafia — the order to kill our whole family was routinely transmitted and carried as an order to call a strike or settle a grievance.” — the Yablonski sons.
Prater — union official who handled the Yablonski murder fund for Boyle — Hoffa — Onassis (in order) — was asked by murdering Mafia Annette Gilly — ”Would the union still pay if we murdered more than just Yablonski?” Prater’s answer (with approval of Boyle, Hoffa, Onassis — plus the whole Mafia hierarchy that squats on Mary Jo’s grave) — “The union will pay regardless if the whole family or the whole town is killed.”
He spoke of killing the Yablonskis — or the whole town of Washington, Pennsylvania.
As with Mary Jo — at any time — this can be you, your family, your town, and — via a defensive switch — your country — the U.S. of Mafia. Who’s to censor it? J. Mafia Hoover’s FBI? Mafia ITT McCone’s CIA? President Chappaquiddick-Onassis-Hughes Dickie? Next President Chappaquiddick-Onassis-Hughes Teddy? Any Mafia court? Any Mafia Attorney? Any Media Mafia? Who? Mafia Alioto’s cops? Mary Jo’s necrophiliac Mafia Montini in Rome? Necro Nader? Chappaquiddick Dickie’s handmaiden Graham? 33rd Degree Masons and Papal Knights — a la Alioto’s Sweig , J. Mafia Hoover’s ex-FBI agent group, featuring Maheu, the assassin at Dallas, Memphis, and L.A.?
Teddy’s successful murder of Mary Jo was paid for by a higher official — President Nixon — just as the Yablonski family murders were paid for by a higher official — President Nixon (who released Hoffa from prison because of Loeb’s copies of the Chappaquiddick calls). Nixon was paid by Onassis via “Howard Hughes” and secured for “history” by the handmaidens of history — Mafia and Montini, the partners in Fatima #3, currently being strewn in the coastal waters off Vietnam.
At the time of the start of the Kennedy-Spellman-Onassis “Holy Crusade” in Vietnam — early 60’s — the Chinese were mulling over the thought of obliterating the Golden Triangle — producer of 80% of the world’s opium — on its borders. Immediately Kennedy-Onassis-CIA and Diem cooperated in planting missiles in silos on the Thailand-Burmese border. This

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was followed by American air bases all along that border (today Thailand has more Air Force personnel than we do here. The same thing was done in Turkey — a decoy heroin producing nation). China couldn’t — then — obliterate the cancer of the Chiang-CIA-Onassis-Diem Golden Triangle — without starting World War III. As of today that prod exists again and Dickie has added a new one — mining off the Chinese coast.
The U.S. of Mafia must protect this most lucrative heroin source — on the Chinese border — at all costs. Just as they protect Turkey and Onassis’ Greece on the Russian border.
One joint missile — all nations — on the Golden Triangle — would end that war. Nothing left for the Mafia to fight for. (The Vatican — of course — “Twin Circles” — recommends U.S. surveillance overflights of all China to “locate” the opium fields.)
Lucian Truscott quotes an American Brigadier General: “I must lie, cheat, steal, murder, and be corrupt in order to remain as battalion commander in Vietnam. At West Point we were evicted for violating our oath.” — not to lie, cheat steal, or tolerate those who do.”
Five months after Chappaquiddick — Boyle deferred the Yablonski murder until New Year’s — “too close to Chappaquiddick, the mine elections.” In December, Daley murdered Hampton-Clark — to hide their knowledge of the aborted JFK Chicago assassination plot on Diem murder day in Saigon (“Get off Onassis’ yacht, if you have to swim, Jackie,” said pale faced JFK on that day — 3 weeks before they nailed him in Dallas). But Boyle had to murder Yablonski — fearing the expose of the pension fund fraud ($137 billion is a lot of loot). And so he did. Routine. As was Joan Tunney’s head-chopping-off of her hubby — four months later — because of brother John Tunney’s originating Chappaquiddick phone calls from her Tiburon home. And a few weeks later — the barbecue of Newsom’s nieces during the middle of the Alioto Mafia web trial.
These murders — plus Mary Jo’s, my father’s, war deaths, heroin deaths, the Charlotte Ford-Niarchos phone call that murdered Eugenie Niarchos — the list is long — and all treason and bribery (a la ITT, “Hughes,” etc. — are all the responsibility of Chappaquiddick Dickie Nixon. He, or Montini, or anyone in authority could have prevented them all on the morning of Sept. 17, 1968 at the corner of Franklin and Lombard — when Lanza, Alioto’s godfather from Apalachin, was giving me a “sunstroke” speech at the curb where my car parts were scattered — along with those of Alioto’s daughter’s car.

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Three and a half years ago, I elected this monster to the presidency — by accident. He spoke of law and order. You get Fatima #3. His plan to end the war. Where, by a twist of fate, it is you, who, “when you see the white flash — bend over — place head firmly between legs — and kiss your Mafia ass good-bye.”
A true documentary — “The Nixon-Hughes Loan” — by a friend — English, Nicholas
North-Broome. On publication day it is blocked by a Mafia court injunction brought by a Mafia non-lawyer, Victor Schaub — who presented a highly Mafia legal professional suit protecting that the facts in the book interfere with the right of free elections.
The book doesn’t even state all the facts. It ignores the Onassis-”Hughes”-Maheu bribes — to all candidates via Vegas skim money — in 1968. It ignores the establishment of the Howard Hughes Mafia Money Funnel — the Hughes Medical Research Foundation — by Dickie, and its relation to Apalachin in 1957. But, it is irritating to Nixon and Montini and all the rest of the Mafia. For it lists affidavits from former Hughes employees that were involved in funneling the funds to Nixon, and a $150 thou bribe to an accountant to keep quiet about the $205 thou “loan” to Dickie. It relates how the tax free Mafia Money Funnel, seven days after the bribe, loaned TWA $5 million (from “Hughes” Aircraft — owned by the tax free foundation), a loan rejected by CAB for the previous ten years. Eleven days after the bribe, the new routes were granted to TWA — previously turned down by aviation officials. Four months after the bribe, the Mafia SEC granted TWA permission for a huge stock transfer — previously turned down by the SEC. A la ITT, it records that when the bribe was paid, Justice dropped a suit against “Hughes” for monopolizing foreign trade in oil and gas drilling equipment.
It even deletes the fact that Hughes lost TWA (and $150 million) because some non Mafia judge (How did he ever get into that office?) stated flatly: “That Hughes signature is phony.” (This, in 1963 — the year Onassis’ Maheu murdered JFK).
Said author North-Broome of the Mafia injunction: “I don’t understand what the fuss is about. Most of this is public record. The loan papers were notarized in Vice President Nixon’s office and the notary was the paymaster of the Senate. They were well hidden, but we found them. This is obviously a put up thing by one of Hughes’ many tentacles.”
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of high looting Texas Maf at the ranch of Secretary of Treachery Connally (Connally’s Texas Mafia mob — Governor on down — had looted Texans out of a few hundred million in stock frauds — and the voters last week voted in another bunch of Mafia — sometimes voters get weary of the stealing and looting by the same Mafia bunch year after year, and this is the only change they’re allowed — a change in Mafia dictatorship.). Said Dickie: “I wish to boost the oil depletion allowance and the war in Vietnam.” They cheered. Said Secretary of Treachery Connally: “Ah loves the SEC and oil allowances and Ah’m fur all tax loopholes — and lest youall forget — it is my department that has charge of narcotics — not the FBI, nor Justice — Me — alone — and Ah’m fur whupping them Chinks and Commies and surrounding them purty poppy fields in the Golden Triangle with American planes and missiles and keeping that opium line flowing through Laos, Thailand, Thieu, Chiang, Tommy The Cork and the Hughes Mafia Money Funnel and the good ole CIA. That’s $50 billion a year, youall, and that even beats oil and looting pension funds. Mah friend, the Pope, agrees and we will push that Holy Crusade all the way to Moscow. Mah friend, Reagan, says we might pave all of Indo-China — except for the poppy fields — to make the Air America flights easier. Ah’m fur blasting them Chinks and Gooks and Commies and Nixon’s mah friend — and let’s youall elect usall this year.”
Everybody cheered. Loudly. Even Johnson — trembling from a heart attack across the Pedernales — heard it and took heart (that’s a pun.). Truman, trembling in Missouri heard it and took heart (that’s a pun.). And Truman thought back to the day when he was younger and washing whorehouse towels for Mafia Prendergast and Prendergast said to him, “I’m gonna send you to Washington as a Senator.” Prendergast did (He purchase governors and senators by the gross — that’s a pun) — and went to jail for a few months — Mafia style — and then made Truman President. Truman had fun — like murdering a hundred thousand at Hiroshima. Johnson had fun — with his coonskin-on-the-wall Vietnam body counts. And here they were hearing those glorious things again from Treachery Secretary Connally and Chappaquiddick Dickie — glorious new murders on the way. Said Dickie: “The office of the American President (that’s me and Johnson and Truman) will lose respect if South Vietnam falls. I am not going to let that happen.” New murder — Fatima #3 — on the way. The boost in morale for Johnson and Truman from those speeches by Dickie and Connally will give them a new lease on life.

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cover-up of the Chappaquiddick phone calls (Loeb, Manchester Union Leader, repaid a $2 million Hoffa loan, by his hiding of those to force Dickie to release Hoffa from prison). The New York Times got a Pulitzer Prize for printing a “heavily edited” (edited out were the Kennedy “Holy Crusade” and the Diem murder bits) Pentagon Papers Publication. Ellsberg, who sacrificed everything to get them out, will get 150 years in prison.
Jack Anderson got a Pulitzer Prize for printing the Dita Beard ITT memo — sent to him in an anonymous letter.
Question: Do you think Brehznev and Mao will get a Pulitzer Prize for releasing the tape, film and documents contained herein? If so, will they get it before — or after — they push all the buttons they can get their fingers on?
News item: “The Alioto ‘Look’ Mafia trial is homeless again. ‘Look’s’ attempt to settle that case (two weeks before Alioto’s election — to help him get re-elected) Poisoned the well from which jurors might be drawn.”
News: “New Jersey Secretary of State convicted of extortion and bribery. He was formerly proposed as Chairman of the Democratic Party.”
News: “Representative Gallagher — convicted of extortion and bribery — today introduced legislation in Congress to authorize two FBI directors.” (“The one they had, convicted me. Us congressmen gotta legislate some new laws.”)
Prior restraint. Unconstitutional. (Today Dellums “sneaked” the Kissinger Papers into the Congressional record. The Senate had held weeks of secret sessions to suppress the whole matter) Prior restraint — “The Pentagon Papers,” “Howard Hughes,” The Hughes-Nixon bribes. Prior restraint on me? Yes. And murder, treason, conspiracy — every crime ever committed — concentrated on the graves of Mary Jo and my father.
The “Pulitzer Prize” for that is the power to change the inscriptions on tombstones — and many other things…
“Places in history” — that Presidents and Popes prize above all else.