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The 48th Anniversary of the Assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy has arrived, meaning that the semi-centennial is only two years away. For those who have been studying the case for almost half century, they must feel as though they are approaching a significant milestone, and a good time to reflect on all the discoveries and debates they have made over the years. For younger researchers like myself, this is a time to look ahead. We must carefully plan how to teach the next generation about one of the most important and misunderstood events in world history as it slowly slips from living memory and into the static realm of recorded history.
This is the third November 22nd to pass since I started this website, and I find myself reflecting on the various people I have met and corresponded with over the past 2 and half years. I’ve discussed the events of Dealey Plaza with the wildest conspiracy theorists and the most determined conspiracy debunkers. In my quest for agnosticism, I have been accused of dilettantism but also lauded for my objectivity. I’ve consulted with “both sides of the aisle,” asking for feedback from the various authors who I’ve read over the years. I’ve received searing criticism from the heads of conspiracy groups like the Citizens for Truth in the Kennedy Assassination’s Jim DiEugenio or the Coalition on Political Assassinations’ John Judge, but also praise from some of the most hardcore conspiracy authors, such as David Lifton and Douglas Horne. I’ve corresponded with perhaps the most despised conspiracy debunkers, Gerald Posner, John McAdams and David Von Pien. I’ve visited the notorious Dealey Plaza, and recreated the famous assassination films and photographs with the helpful consultation of House Select Committee photographic expert Robert Groden, who spends his weekends camped out on the grassy knoll.
Then there’s the ordinary folks I’ve spoken with. There was the angry housewife behind the picket fence who was convinced that this was the location of the second gunman. Then there was the friendly old retiree holding vigil alone in the book depository who was convinced that Oswald could have made the shot. There was the teenage kid who believes the notorious umbrella man killed the president, and the forensic pathologist who explained to me why the magic bullet wasn’t magic at all. There was the lawyer who told me that the truth of the Kennedy assassination would be revealed in our lifetime, and the history teacher who told me that the truth was there all along.
What have I discovered? That Oswald could have done it, but that doesn’t mean he did. And that there is no proof of a massive conspiracy, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t. As for the majority of people who are convinced one way or the other, I’ve come to regard their opinions in the same way I do people who claim to know conclusively whether there is or is not a God. Who are you to know? If anyone knew for sure who pulled the trigger, they’re probably dead. Everyone else from Earl Warren to Oliver Stone has just been an educated guesser—some more educated than others.
So what am I planning on doing this November 22nd? Going to the chiropractor. Of all the people I’ve discussed the Kennedy Assassination with, I think she understands it the best. She doesn’t look at the event from the perspective of “who shot from where when.” She looks at it in terms of the pain it caused, and how we can alleviate it. Pain is, after all, her business. And relieving it is her best skill. At our first session, we took a detailed discovery trip down memory lane to document every possible event that might be causing me pain. We discussed bailing off bikes, getting in car accidents, fighting with friends, theatrical stunts gone wrong, and jumping off rooftops. Battle scars from a quarter-century of living on the edge. She told me I was too young to feel this pain. Then she cracked her knuckles and leaned into me, working through the pain slowly and methodically, just as America has done with the pain of the Kennedy assassination for the past half a century. When the session was finished, we set a date for the next appointment. November 22nd was the date she picked. I asked her if she understood the significance. She nodded and launched into her memories of that whole weekend so long ago. She told me of her brother watching the murder of Oswald on live TV. I told her I run a website on the Kennedy assassination. Again, she told me I was too young to feel that pain. We talked about how it was a collective pain that America has still not gotten over. I gave her a link to my website, she gave me a hug when I tried to shake her hand.
That night I got a comment on the website that was eerily familiar to the story my chiropractor told me about her brother. It was a man describing the horror of being a young boy watching murder tear his country apart on live television. I wondered if perhaps my chiropractor had given the link to her brother. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. But as we all know, when it comes to the Kennedy Assassination, no coincidence is EVER overlooked or robbed of potential significance. But if it WAS a coincidence, then all the better: It proves the point that the pain we feel from the loss of Kennedy is shared, and that the experience most Americans felt was so uniform as to be almost interchangeable. If it wasn’t my chiropractors’ brother telling the tale, it was another man with the same tale. I’ve heard it before. From my father, from my professors, from the authors I’ve read, and even the owner of the second-hand book store who introduced me to those authors. So what do we need as Americans to recover from this collective tragedy and excise this universal pain? We need an adjustment. Many people who study the assassination come from the perspective that they have discovered the final truth and that all who disagree with them are horribly misguided. This attitude needs adjustment. We need to work together to find the truth as a Lincolnian “team of rivals” determined to find what really happened, whether it proves our personal theories or not, instead of working to find the bits of circumstantial evidence and hearsay that reinforce those theories. The history books taught in schools cite Oswald as the lone gunman with such certainty as to imply that this fact has never been seriously debated. And when the debate is presented on television or in movies it is so lopsided as to indicate that the debate has already been won. This too needs adjustment. Only then can we discover the truth, and finally excise our national pain.
-Assassination Agnostic
The body of allegations and observations that make up JFK conspiracy lore, and the fiery debate concerning what it all means it, can best be encapsulated by a infamous list familiar to many Americans.
Not long after the assassination of President Kennedy, an irresistibly intriguing manifest of historical observations began popping up in classrooms, publications, and elsewhere in the varied topography of America’s mythological landscape. The list, which is of uncertain origin and authorship, details a series of amazing alleged coincidences between the life and times of our two most beloved fallen Presidents, Abe Lincoln and Jack Kennedy.
The list has appeared in diverse forms of varying length and detail, but generally reads something like this:
1. Lincoln had a secretary named Kennedy and Kennedy had a secretary named Lincoln
2. Lincoln entered congress in 1846, Kennedy in 1946.
3. Lincoln was elected President in 1860, Kennedy in 1960.
4. After their respective assassinations, both Lincoln and Kennedy were succeeded by a Vice President Johnson.
5. Vice President Andrew Johnson was born in 1819, Vice President Lyndon Johnson in 1919.
6. John Wilkes Booth was born in 1839, Lee Harvey Oswald in 1939. Both men have 15 letters in their names.
The list goes on for many more entries, some playful, some terribly eerie. Upon hearing or reading this fascinating compendium of observations, people generally have two reactions. The natural reaction is to say “Wow that’s amazing, I wonder I wonder what it all means.” The more incredulous portion of the populace usually says “That can’t be true, it must all be an urban legend.” As usual, the truth is less clear cut then the human mind wants it to be.
Much of the list is true, but the most exciting entry, the one that invariably tops the list, and the one that is generally responsible for attracting all the attention is only HALF true. Kennedy did have a secretary named Lincoln, but there is no documented evidence that Lincoln ever had a secretary named Kennedy.
Like the list, JFK assassination conspiracy lore is a staggering compendium of interesting tidbits of information. But like the list, this body of lore is also a mix of truth, half-truth, and un-truth. Most significant, conspiracy lore prompts the same two basic reactions in people as a list.
Some people believe everything they hear about JFK assassination theories, others unilaterally dismiss all theories as urban legend. JFK conspiracy lore has a lot of truth in it, but like the Lincoln secretary debacle, the juiciest tidbits are often only half true. In both cases, the enduring fundamental question remains, “what does it all mean?”
The ascent of John Kennedy to the White House brought many people into the spotlight with him. One of the lesser-known figures vaulted into fame alongside JFK was a twenty-something stand up comedian named Vaughn Meader. Meader was not a member of Kennedy’s Cabinet or staff, nor was he an official spokesperson for the administration, but he was a profound ambassador of good will for the President. He was President John F. Kennedy’s personal impersonator. Many stand-up comedians and sketch comedy show cast members have gained fame and acclaim for impersonating various Presidents over the years, but few have managed to capture the essence of their subject as well as Vaughn Meader. He brought the same zeal and wit to his impersonation of Jack Kennedy that Kennedy himself brought to the highest office of the land. And like the Presidency of Jack Kennedy, Meader’s career came crashing to an end in November, 1963.
From Manhattan to the Strip Via Washington
Vaughn Meader was a hip up-and-coming comedian in the Greenwich Village comedy scene when his spot-on impersonation of President Kennedy hit a chord with club audiences. Meader would start with a traditional standup comedy act and then transition into an informal press conference format where he would field questions from the audience as President Kennedy.
The format of stand-up comedy was perfectly suited for Jack Kennedy’s real personality. As President, he ran his own press conferences like a comedian doing crowd work, trading witty barbs and one-liners with reporters. Kennedy’s love of humor and witticisms can perhaps be traced back to his admiration for Theodore Roosevelt, the only President younger and wittier than Kennedy himself.*
The success of Vaughn Meader’s club act gained him enough attention to land record deal. His album of Kennedy sketches The First Family made him an instantaneous success. The record became the fast-selling album in HISTORY and won Meader a Grammy for album of the year, one of only two comedy records to accomplish such a feat. Meager’s Kennedy lines became as quotable and as the real President Kennedy’s legendary speeches. “Great Vigah” was a household phrase just the same as “ask not what your country can do for you.”
The world of Jack Kennedy was as sophisticated as King Arthur’s and wild as the Rat Pack’s. After The First Family rocketed up the Billboard charts, Vaughn Meader’s life started seeming that way too. One day Meader would be in Life magazine or The New York Times, and the next day was doing a spot on Ed Sullivan or headlining the Sahara for 22 grand a week. Even the real President Kennedy took note of the talented young Meader’s perfect put-up of the President, but noted that the comedian’s voice sounded closer to his brother Bobby’s than his own. Nonetheless, the world was filled with hope and promise for Jack Kennedy and Vaughn Meader. The party was on, and girls and glory were in abundance. Then one day, the party stopped.
“The Day I Died”
There are so many side tragedies in the Kennedy assassinations, aftershocks of the sniper fire in Dallas. So many innocent lives were ruined that day in some way or another, from the life of Mrs. Kennedy and the other occupants of the doomed Presidential limousine, to the dozens of ordinary citizens forever scarred from having witnessed the brutal and unexpected public execution of their young and charismatic hero. Vaughn Meader’s life fell apart as quickly as those of the witnesses and victims of Dealey Plaza. In a 1999 New York Times interview conducted 5 years before Vaughn Meader’s death, the aging comedian referred to November 22nd 1963 as “the day I died.”
The New York comedy scene from which Meader was hurled into fame was stunned and silenced by the assassination in a way not to be seen until the tragic events of September 11th 2001. The only comedian who managed to crack a joke was the legendary Lenny Bruce. “Well,” he mused, “Vaughn Meader’s screwed.” Just like the career of Jack Kennedy, filled with so much promise and potential, the career of Vaughn Meader was cut short instantaneously by the assassination of the President. Friends and colleagues turned away and the gigs dried up. “Literally overnight,” Meader claimed, “nobody wanted to know from me. As far as they were concerned, I was as dead as the President.”
His career dead, Vaughn tried to kill off his body with booze, cocain, and heroin. The lethal combination of heavy drugs and heavier sorrow has killed many a comedian over the years, but somehow Meader survived it. The young comedian had gone from the heights of glamor to a world of despair, just like the country had after the tragic loss of their leader. In winter of 1968, Meader was stabbed in some sort of altercation in a Chicago junkyard. That summer, Bobby Kennedy was shot in Los Angeles. Meader survived, Bobby wasn’t so lucky.
No Comeback in Sight
Vaughn Meader attempted several comebacks over the years, parodying other popular figures such as Ronald Reagan and even Jesus Christ. His post-assassination efforts were applauded by critics, but failed to gain the interest of ordinary people. To most Americans, seeing Vaughn Meader alive was a painful reminder of all they had lost in the death of Jack Kennedy. There were apparently rumors and rumblings that Meader would find a way to rechannel his uncanny ability to capture the essence of the the beloved John Fitzergerald Kennedy into something more serious, along the lines of Hal Holbroke’s legendary one man show as Mark Twain. Sadly, this never came to pass. Perhaps Vaughn Meader could have helped Americans cope with the death of JFK with laughter or even thoughtfulness, but he was never given the chance.
Loveable hack Rich Little has kept a Nixon impersonation up his sleeves for his entire career, even exploiting it for a recent Vegas.com commercial spot. Dana Carvey used his fantastic George H.W. Bush impersonation to great success on SNL and in his own stand-up act. Will Ferrel carried on the flame with his goofy George W. Bush impersonation. Ferrel’s Dubya was a bright spot in the chaotic 2000 election and the controversial Bush years. After the real Bush left office with historically low approval ratings, Ferrel’s Bush enjoyed critical and popular success with a hit one-man show that went to Broadway and cable television. Dozens of Bush impersonators tour corporate events all over the country. The author recently attended a conference in San Francisco’s Moscone Center where attendees were treated to an appearance by a hacky but accurate Dubya impersonator as well as a keynote speech from the real William Jefferson Clinton. Both the former President and the fake President got plenty of laughs and plenty of dough. JFK has been portrayed by scores of actors in a countless number of films, television programs, plays, and docudramas by many talented actors, but none have captured the wit and whimsy of JFK as well as Vaughn Meader. Despite this, Meader never played Kennedy again, and died in obscurity in 2004, another causality of the Dallas gunfire.
*Like Kennedy, Theodore Roosevelt gained attention as a young writer and war hero with great wit and charisma. Both men were the targets of assassinations. Roosevelt survived what would have been his own assassination when his serendipitously pocketed speech notes and eye-glass case softened the blow of a bullet to his chest. Perhaps JFK thought himself as invincible as his hero TDR when he brazenly cruised the streets of Dallas in November ’63. But just as assassin’s bullets began the Presidency of Vice President Theodore Roosevelt when President William McKinley was slain at the Pan-American Exposition in 1901, assassin’s bullets ended the Presidency of John Kennedy 62 years later.
The dispute over the true circumstances of the JFK assassination has raged for nearly have a century. Just when it seems like the fire will die down, a new revelation, watershed book or controversial film stokes the flames of debate. Perhaps America’s ongoing obsession with the darkest day in its history stems from the fundamental human desire for catharsis, and the failure of Congress, the Executive branch, and the mainstream media to provide that essential sensation to the American people. In short, the American dream was wounded on November 22nd 1963, and no one has ever sufficiently cleaned and bandaged the gash. No one.
The President’s Commission on the Assassination of President Kennedy wants you to believe that Lee Harvey Oswald committed the crime in a complete vacuum of human contact. The House Select Committee concluded there was probably a conspiracy, but Congress didn’t think it was worth the extra money to hunt down the alleged perpetrators of the greatest crime since the crucifixion of Christ. The committee called for further investigation, which didn’t occur for another 23 years. But when the Assassination Records and Review Board (ARRB) finally got a chance to go back into the JFK assassination files, the organization’s mandate was so toothless it didn’t even allow its members to investigate anything they found, let alone form any conclusions about their findings.
If the government’s stance on the assassination seems confusing and contradictory, don’t even bother trying to figure out what the media think about the case. The news networks stand by the Commission’s original lone gunman scenario, while cable television produces a stream of documentaries giving credence to some of the wildest conspiracy theories ever imagined. The history section of your local bookstore most likely has a bookshelf filled with assassination books so contradictory of each other that a young person might think they were written about different events. Movies and TV shows like JFK, Salt, Executive Action, Winter Kills, Bones, Quantum Leap, The X-Files, The Twilight Zone, and Red Dwarf have all spun so many elaborate tales around the circumstances of the assassination that it will probably be impossible for most viewers to ever sort the fact from fiction.
The more entrenched assassination researchers and their followers will most likely never give up their alternate interpretations of the evidence and testimony in the JFK case, the most sycophantic defenders of the status quo will most like continue to cling the government’s initial conclusion of a lone gunman scenario, and Hollywood will certainly never stop coming up with ingenious ways to explain just how and why our President was murdered. But everyday Americans deserve a solid and balanced analysis of the facts divorced from the egos and agendas of elected officials, book peddlers, and Hollywood moviemakers. Maybe then, America can finally recover from the assassination after almost fifty years of doubt and uncertainty. Maybe we can finally experience the much needed catharsis. What are some strategies and best practices to provide this catharsis to our disillusioned nation? JFK007 proposes a three-pronged approach.
1. A National Day of Observance
The day John Kennedy died was a day the world stopped. Children were sent home from school, and their parents were sent home from work. Strangers comforted each and flags were lowered to half mast. Without any official declaration, it became a day of national mourning. The assassination dominated the national conversation for years, but interest has largely dissipated since the explosion of controversy stoked by Oliver Stone’s 1991 film JFK. There is a strong contingent of groups and individuals who remain interested in the case, and a growing contingent of Gen Xers and Gen TeXters looking at the case with new eyes, forming fresh ideas. Here’s one: Let’s make November 22nd a national day of observance, just as it was in 1963. Why hasn’t this been done already? Maybe Congress doesn’t want us to remember, because we might start asking questions again. We might start demanding justice.
2. Let Justice Be Done
For better or for worse, the preferred form of American justice is a good old fashioned jury trial, a la To Kill a Mockingbird or 12 Angry Men. In this country, a man is innocent until proven guilty. The accused makes his plea and counsel defends it. A jury of his peers determines the validity of the defense, and should they find they find him guilty, a judge decides a fitting punishment. The system is undoubtedly flawed and imperfect, but it’s essentially democratic and most importantly, it’s our way. Lee Harvey Oswald never got to stand trial before his countryman and face his charges. Congress and the President’s commission can accuse Lee Harvey Oswald of whatever they like, but until a judge slams the gavel on the case, the guy hasn’t gotten a fair shake. Oswald may very well be guiltier than sin, but until 12 of his peers decide he is, he’s still technically innocent.

A good old-fashioned jury trial is the preferred form of American justice. By those standards, Oswald is still innocent after 47 years
Vincent Bugliosi, a respected prosecutor and author of the oppressively snarky Oswald did it book Reclaiming History points out that it was markedly EASIER to prove Oswald’s alleged guilt by commission than it would have been in a courtroom. He cites the fact that Oswald’s widow Marina, whose testimony to the President’s commission was certainly the most damning, would never have been able to testify against her husband in a court of law. Bugliosi would know this better than anyone else, as he successfully prosecuted Oswald in a televised mock trial. Bugliosi does this to point out that the President’s Commission wasn’t the toothless body everyone thinks they were, but what he’s inadvertently doing is pointing to the questionable scruples of the Commission’s methods and mandate.
A posthumous trial could be arranged, despite there being little precedent for this type of proceeding. The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled due process demands a defendant be present at his own trial, although the court has set precedents for several types of exceptions. Unfortunately, none of these exceptions applies to Lee Oswald’s, and certainly none . Since due process is designed to protect the defendant’s rights, it seems logical that the Court could extend their exception to Oswald’s highly unusual case, considering the purpose is to grant the accused his right to a fair trial.
The evidence could be taken out of the National Archives, material and secondary witnesses could be subpoenaed, a jury could be assembled, and an impartial judge selected. The most concise and comprehensive case ever conceived will be made against Lee Oswald, but he would also probably have the greatest legal team ever assembled to give him the best defense any alleged criminal has ever had. Who wouldn’t want to be one of the lawyers who helped acquit the legendary “patsy”? The proceedings would be unconventional and controversial to say the least, but it’s the right thing to do. Once the evidence and testimony is presented, 12 everyday Americans—not congressman, former CIA directors or future presidents—will decide whether or not Lee Harvey Oswald is guilty in the murder of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Whatever those 12 people decide, there will be countless dissenters screaming foul play. At the very least however, America will have made her decision and officially “closed” the case. But before the people arrive at any decisions, we must look at all the evidence, no matter how horrifying it may be.
3. I Knew Him Horatio
There is one way to settle the debate once and for all, but it’s not a pretty way. The surviving members of the Kennedy clan have expressed no public interest in the assassination, so it’s difficult to imagine any of them authorizing this morbid proposition, but the skull of the victim must be examined. The trauma doctors who first treated the patient’s head wounds remember an exit wound in the front, indicating a shooter other than Oswald, but the autopsy doctors who later examined the body saw an exit wound indicating a shot from behind, implicating Oswald. Whatever happened on the day of November 22nd, there was a steady flow of either absolute incompetence or outward malice. The incompetence or deviousness of whoever was overseeing John Kennedy’s autopsy is unacceptable. However, the dispute could be settled by a quick glance at the skull. Obviously, this can never be done with the authorization of the family. But one day one a Kennedy will let curiosity get the best of them and need to know what happened to their fallen forebear. Then again, maybe not.
The smash hit video game Call of Duty: Black Ops was released 50 years to the day after the election of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, but anyone worried the newsmaking launch of the game would distract from this historically significant date shouldn’t be. Not only does President Kennedy appear in the game, offering you words of inspiration and advice, but you can unlock a special mission that lets you play as him. What’s even more interesting is that Black Ops seems to imply that John Kennedy was not murdered by Lee Harvey Oswald, he was murdered by the game’s protagonist. He was murdered by you. The game also depicts an alternate timeline where Kennedy is killed by Zombies alongside Bob McNamara, Dick Nixon, and Fidel Castro. No one has commented on what the kids playing this game are supposed to think about history.

Call of Duty: Black Ops lets you play as JFK, Nixon, McNamara, or Lee Oswald's Alleged Hero: Comrade Fidel Castro
This isn’t JFK’s video game debut, but it’s by far his most robust appearance in the world of interactive entertainment. The 1994 game Re-Elect JFK allowed players to take on the role of JFK in an alternate timeline where the President was only wounded in the motorcade. The player, as Kennedy, must find who tried to murder him, guide the ship of state, and of course win re-election. Entertainment weekly said of the game, “Not quite history and not quite a game, Reelect JFK can’t escape the faint, unsettling whiff of exploitation.” But this game was tame compared to the what would follow.
If Lee Harvey Oswald were a young person today, he’d probably be too busy playing Call of Duty to assassinate anyone, let alone the President. Black Ops is the latest in the phenomenally popular series of games which viscerally recreate historical battles in gut-wrenching high definition detail. Earlier incarnations simulated the European and Pacific theatres of World War Two, while more recent entries have depicted the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. Black Ops is the first game in the series to take place in the murky shadows of the Cold War, an era shaped by the mysterious murders of Lee Oswald and Jack Kennedy. The first level puts the player exactly where Lee desperately wanted to be, in Cuba, at the heart of the revolution.
There has always been a great deal of discord among researchers regarding Lee Oswald’s true political leanings. Prime facie evidence—journals, letters, conversations, and recordings—indicate that he was a fervent Marxist and a strong supporter of Comrade Castro. More unorthodox researchers insist Oswald’s outwardly leftist opinions were part of an elaborate cover story designed to to scapegoat Oswald. Controversial New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison (the only law enforcement agent to ever bring the Kennedy case to a court of law) insisted that Oswald’s communist activities on both sides of the Iron Curtain were the result of “sheep dipping” by handlers. The purpose? To turn the young man into the perfect patsy for a black ops squad to pin an assassination on. Garrison went to his grave determined to find the “true” assassins of President Kennedy.
Whether you think Oswald was a communist or a black ops patsy, the beauty of Cally of Duty‘s online content is that it allows the players to play on both sides of that battle. One round you can play as a communist revolutionary, the next you can play as a US Black Operator. Whatever side Oswald was really on, he probably would have appreciated this feature. The 24-year-old socially stunted, politically disaffected and violence prone former Marine was exactly the sort of young man you’d expect to run into on Xbox Live, the online matchmaking service that allows players across the world to kill each other in Black Ops’ numerous multi-player maps. Pistols and sniper rifles are in abundance, with locales ranging from Russia to Cuba. Sounds right up the alley of history’s favorite rifle toting, pistol packing Marxist defector, Lee Oswald. But the story of Black Ops implies that the real culprit in the Kennedy assassination is YOU, the player. You’re that bastard Jim Garrison never found. There even were early rumors that the game’s final mission objective would be to assassinate the President. Thankfully, the designers had a little more class to be that bold. They might have learned their lesson from almost forgotten “game” titled JFK Reloaded.

JFK's previous video game appearance in JFK Reloaded was far less dignified. The player's objective was to recreate the Lone Gunman scenario.
On November 22nd, 2004, 10 years after the release of Re-Elect JFK, JFK Reloaded was released, commemorating the 41st anniversary of the President’s murder by letting players actually commit the crime. The game is nauseatingly realistic, allowing the player to re-enact the tragic assassination of our President in ways even more disturbing that what actually happened. The outburst from the media and the Kennedy family was loud and justified, but this didn’t stop thousands of players from taking a “shot” at the game. Sitting from the “snipers nest” on the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository, the player can kill every single person in the motorcade or simply sit and watch the parade go by without firing a shot. The object is to get 1000 points by killing Kennedy in exactly the way the government says he was. This scoring system was meant to prove once and for all that Oswald could make the shot. Six years later, no one has ever scored 1000 points.

Then End of Black Ops implies that your character either killed Kennedy, helped, or could have stopped it.
The designers of Call of Duty: Black Ops were smart to avoid directly allowing the player to kill Kennedy, but the implication in the game’s is clear: your character either helped whack the President, or could have done something to stop it, but didn’t. The player is asked to think for a moment, but then that moment passes, and the next generation of Americans is told that zombies killed Kennedy. That is of course only partially true, it was simply the zombies that let him be killed. In that case, maybe Call of Duty: Black Ops is right.
-JFK007 (Assassination Agnostic)
The new spy yarn Salt, starring Angelina Jolie and helmed by Mace Neufeld, the director of Tom Clancy epics Clear and Present Danger and Patriot Games, puts a salty new spin on the Kennedy assassination. Secret soviet murder squads and diabolical doubles have always been part of JFK assassination lore, but this particular film plays up the concept with a sort of morose whimsy. According to the film, Lee Harvey Oswald was replaced with a Russian double during his brief defection to the Soviet Union. The double, named Alec, was from the charter class of a school which raised perfect assassins, trained to infiltrate American society and wreck havoc among its citizens. The references to the assassination of President Kennedy were broad enough for the general viewer, but accurate enough to satisfy an assassination buff.
Salt is the latest in a slew of recent films and television programs which reference the Kennedy assassination. Last summer, the Kennedy-esque characters in AMC’s 1960s drama Mad Men, who had a raucous party the night of JFK’s election, are forced to attend a wedding the day of JFK’s murder. Even the beef-brained Mark Wahlberg action vehicle Shooter had a few clever references to the Kennedy assassination. In the film, Wahlberg’s character Bob Lee Swagger is on the run, falsely accused of attempting to murder the President. At the thought of finding the real gunman behind the crime, an old man tells Swagger “them boys on the knoll were buried within the hour.”
Most people of my generation understand the Kennedy assassination from what they see on TV, movies, and YouTube. Every year, network and cable television produce a steady stream of documentaries on the assassination of President Kennedy, most of then portraying Lee Harvey Oswald as the lone gunman. Hollywood, on the other hand, is always conjuring up ingenious explanations for the Kennedy assassination. JFK, Captain America, Salt, Shooter, The X-Files, The Twilight Zone, Bones, Red Dwarf, the Whitest Kids You Know, Marilyn Manson, and numerous other films, television programs, and even a Broadway musical tell us we’ll never really know what happened, and maybe we never will. YouTube users are constantly firing back with alternate interpretations of the Kennedy assassination, with fingers pointed at everyone from JFK’s limo driver to the Vice President. The event itself was it’s own program, featuring America’s first live televised murder, and the world’s first viral video. The 8mm film captured by Dallas dress manufacturer Abraham Zapruder.
In contrast, most elementary and high school history books typically devote a sentence or two to President Kennedy’s assassination, even though it is perhaps the most important event in the tumults of the 20th Century. Schoolbooks most often state that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone in the crime, and at most mention that there are other theories. In short, students are often not adequately equipped to sort through the noise they get about the assassination on TV. The textbooks are obviously failing our students, because only 1 in 10 Americans believe what they say about the assassination. If the textbooks are correct and the majority of americans are wrong, we need a better way to teach ourselves about the most important murder since the crucifixion. Conversely, if the masses are right and the government is snookering us, we need new textbooks. Hollywood is telling us that someone staged the whole assassination like it was a tasteless performance art piece, network television insists that anyone who questions the government’s story is so crazy, they might as well believe aliens killed the President. “Reality,” legendary alien-wrangler Captain Kirk once said, “is probably somewhere in between.”

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he early 1960s. The pinnacle of male style, when men treated each activity, accouterment and debutant with sophistication and taste. But the two ambassadors of swinging sixties charm were also two of the Cold War’s coldest warriors. Both were boarding school boys turned navy officers, men who rose in rank to the heights of government service. They were the sort of men all others envied, and all women pined for.They were men of legendary libidos, womanizers worthy of even Don Juan’s envy. Both travelled the world, wooing and winning the world’s most gorgeous women in the lap of luxury, while also facing down some of the most nefarious villains of our times.

Their way with women was matched only by their way with words, wit, and whimsy. With a wink and smile these two men pulled the world from the brink of Nuclear Annihilation time and time again. These two men, are of course Secret Agent James Bond, and President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Two men who need only be known by three characters, JFK & 007.

These days, everyone in America knows who James Bond is. The character and his franchise are pervasive and vastly influential in all spheres of popular culture, from movies, to video games, comics, novels, toys, and TV. At first, James Bond wasn’t particularly popular in the United States. That was until President Kennedy listed From Russia with Love as one of his favorite books. After that ringing endorsement, Ian Fleming’s James Bond books started flying off of the shelves. Though JFK and 007 shared a similar style, wit, charm, and taste for the good life, the connection between the two icons goes far deeper than cosmetic comparisons. We often think of James Bond stories as being influenced by world events, but what is startling to realize is that in many ways, the opposite is true, and that the James Bond novels changed the course of history.After finishing the novel From Russian With Love, JFK passed it on to Allen Dulles, head of the Central Intelligence Agency, America’s M.


The summer before his election, Jack Kennedy invited Ian Fleming over to his estate and asked the novelist how M and 007 would take out Cuban Dictator Fidel Castro. Fleming suggested three plans. When JFK became president, the CIA acted on all three of these proposals. So the leader of the free world and the head of its largest intelligence agency were conducting foreign policy based on James Bond novels. Ian Fleming was not only writing the greatest literary character in history. He was literally writing history.
Just like 007, there was always someone trying to take out JFK. His most dangerous enemy might have been Russian Premiere Nikita Kruschev, but his closest foe, and most personal nemesis was communist supervillian Fidel Castro, AKA “The Beard”. The plan was to whack the Beard before he could get to Kennedy. When asked what kind of man should spearhead the operation to whack Castro, JFK said “We need James Bond.”
The secret agent chosen to whack the beard was William King Harvey. A womanizing boozehound who always slept with a gun under his pillow, when Kennedy first met Harvey the President remarked, “So you’re our James Bond?” The CIA let their agents run wild in Cuba with ridiculous missions and ridiculous operational funds. The CIA was chock-filled with James Bond wannabes such as Frank Sturgis, and E. Howard Hunt, who was himself a secret agent novelist.



Meanwhile, the James Bond novels were having a huge impact on another young man, Lee Harvey Oswald. He too was a fan of the novel From Russia With Love, a story of political defection that oddly mirrors Oswald’s own defection to the Soviet Union. In the story, James Bond wisps the young Russian Tatiana Romonvav across the iron curtain with promises of decadent western luxuries.While in Russia, Lee Oswald similarly swept young Marina Prusakova off of her feet and brought her to America with promises of a better life. But when things started going badly, Tatiana and Marina realized that perhaps they were in for more than they had bargained for. If JFK represents all the most charming aspects of James Bond, then perhaps Lee Oswald is a reflection of his dark side. His rages, his wrath. The irony inherent in any substantive comparison of JFK and 007 is inescapable. For while James Bond is a timeless figure, JFK was a figure taken before his time. And while James Bond is unkillable, we all that the same cannot be said of Jack Kennedy.

And yet, the tragic assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy on in Dallas Texas on November 22nd 1963, is oddly paralleled in the life and times of James Bond 007. In the novel and film On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, James Bond’s marriage to Contessa Teresa Vicenzo ended in the same way as Jacqueline Kennedy’s marriage to Jack. Just as Jack Kennedy was gunned down by a hail of assassins bullets in his car, so too was Teresa Bond. Just as Jack Kennedy’s lifeless body fell into Jackie’s lap, so too did Teresa. They say that once the Presidential limousine reached the hospital, Jackie Kennedy refused to let go of her husband’s body, even as other’s entreated her to do so. And when all hope was lost for Contessa Teresa Bond, James Bond too refused to let go. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service was published in April of 1963, mere months before the assassination.
In life, JFK was as physical manifestation of the James Bond lifestyle. The luxury, the charm, the wit, as well as the arrogance and bravado. In death, John Kennedy transcended his status as a historical figure and became a timeless cultural icon of the 1960s, rivaled in prominence by perhaps only James Bond himself. In the turbulent political atmosphere of the 1960s, people turned to the gleeful escapism of James Bond to pull them through the harsh realities of an increasingly complex world. Jack Kennedy did. And now the world needs James Bond again. His enemies are invigorated and reborn. But so too, are his allies. Through tragedy, James Bond lost his naiveté. But so too has the nation, and indeed the world. A world that needs heroes like James Bond now more than ever. But 007 is up to the challenge, for he is a man who lives by the credo: “Ask not, what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”

When the President of the United States was gunned down like a common thug in the streets of Dallas, the city’s internal disciplinary mechanisms barely quivered. To this writer’s knowledge, not a single police officer or secret service member was directly reprimanded in response to the grievous negligence which occurred on that tragic day. And yet recording artist Erykah Badu is being prosecuted for disorderly conduct for staging an artful—albiet utterly nude—performance art piece in Dealey Plaza, the site of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s assassination. Using the stirring form of the female body as a potent reminder of the fragility of human life, Badu seeks to remind a forgetful nation of how easily our hopes for a better tomorrow can be dashed with an assassin’s bullet.
That the city of Dallas seeks to cleanse their tarnished reputation by smearing that of Miss Badu is another painful reminder that horrific violence is broadcast friendly in the United States, but displaying the female form is criminal. The major news networks and cable history channels gleeful replay the horrific Zapruder film of the Kennedy assassination ad naseum, but somehow the footage of Miss Badu’s performance constitutes indecency. If the city of Dallas’ stance on the Badu matter is correct, then Picasso’s stirring painting of the Guernica massacre is an indecent display of disorderly conduct, and Dallas city officials should reprimand all Churches displaying graphic depictions of the Crucifixion.
Art in all its myriad forms has long been the most effective way for a society to overcome its losses, and inform future generations of why those losses are still of importance. Apparently Erykah Badu is one of the few young artists with the courage to render that service to her nation. Furthermore, it seems like the city of Dallas is continuing it’s forty-seven year legacy of blaming everyone but themselves for the tragedy of the Kennedy Assassination. Best of luck to Miss Badu in her upcoming legal proceedings.
-JFK007