Wednesday, October 21, 2015

"It is probable that Shelley and Lovelady concocted the trek to the tracks to keep from having to explain seeing Oswald." The Bloodied Punk

No. What's beyond probable is that you are a fucking idiot.

And you might want to talk to Backes about this because he never said Shelley and Lovelady made it up. According to him, the Warren Commission or the FBI or someone in authority made it up- not Shelley and Lovelady.  

As far as Shelley saying that he called his wife, here is his Warren Commission testimony. The word "wife" does not occur in it.

http://jfkassassination.net/russ/testimony/shelley1.htm

http://mcadams.posc.mu.edu/russ/testimony/shelley2.htm

Here's his Affadavit, and there is no mention of him calling his wife:

http://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth340559/m1/1/

I don't know where you got the idea that Shelley called his wife, but since you have already established that you think Shelley concocted things, what does it matter? What the hell difference does it make? Why should we believe him? He was a concocter, remember? He concocted things.  

Or do you think you can decipher what Shelley said and separate the lies and concoctions from the true statements? 

Based on what? Your own expert ability to lie?  But, you're not an expert liar; you're a stupid liar. 
  
But, let's examine your idea of Shelley and Lovelady concocting the trek to the tracks because, when you look under the hood, there are a lot of problems with the engine.   

First, which one of them do you figure came up with the idea? You don't think it occurred to both of them, do you?  One of them had to get the idea and approach the other. Right? Because if you are going to say that they both had the same brainstorm at the same time- to lie to investigators about a trek to the tracks- you're even dumber than I thought. 

So, let's consider how it went to down. You know how much I enjoy screenwriting. 

Shelley: Psst. Billy. Come 'ere. 

Lovelady: What do you want?

Shelley: I want you to say that you left with me right away, that we walked down to the railroad tracks, and then we went around to the back and came in through the back door. You got it? 

Lovelady: Why do you want me to say that?

Shelley: Because I don't want to have to tell them that I saw Oswald after the assassination.

Lovelady: Did you?

Shelley: Yeah. He was leaving, and I was outside. You were too, weren't you?

Lovelady: No, as I remember it, I was inside guarding the freight elevator, and I saw Vickey Adams... Wait a second!  I thought I was doing that with you? 

Shelley: Never mind. You're getting confused. Just tell them what I said, that you and I walked down to the railroad tracks. We looked around. People were hollering. Blah, blah, blah, And then we waltzed back to the rear door and came back inside. Comprende?

Lovelady: You're asking me to lie to investigators. 

Shelley: I'm your boss, remember?

Lovelady: You're my boss at fucking work. Outside of work, you're just another poor slob like the rest of us, and I don't owe you shit or shinola. 

Shelley: I want you to do this. I am telling you to do it. 

Lovelady. I am NOT going to lie to investigators. I haven't done anything wrong, and I've got nothing to lie about.  And if you think I'm going to do it  just for the sake of this stinkin' lousy dollar eleven an hour job, you're out of your fucking mind. Comprende? 

You see. It wasn't going to go too well. You didn't think it through. You never think anything through. 

And you are the only person on the planet to come up with this ridiculous story- you stupid dumb pluck. 

You are wicked. You are bloodied. What the Hell have you done in your life besides kill people for the US Army and harass people for the National Archives?  

Nothing. No wonder you're so stupid.  





  


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