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JFK AND THE KILLER CACTUS CLAN
By Anita Sands Hernandez |
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NOVEMBER 22nd, 2008, high noon. JFK died today,
at this hour, 45 years ago to the minute, murdered
by his own soldiers. Most researchers compare that
to a palace coup in the third world where the
fascist military deposes a peaceful pres. I'd
written everyone, at noon today, pray that they get
caught. But life goes on and I went to the market
with my raincheck for turkey burger at a dollar as
cats don't eat bones so why pay for them? Coming
back, in the fruit alley, good for mulberries,
peaches, figs, I saw a loaded nopal cactus, taller
than a house.
Reddish
Orange huge eggs of sweetness.
I'd
promised to send seed to my gardening list. Opuntia
is its Latin name, meaning full of sharp points. OH
BOY. This is a cactus that can kill anything. Each
leaf has spines an inch long, no animal dare be
stupid enough to wander into it. Mexicans gather
those leaves when they're soft, in Spring, turn them
into a delicious salad. NOPALITOS. But by summer
each fruit has thousands of torturous spines. My
mother always used to describe to me how my grandma
Elena used to collect them in the hills around san
luis obispo using a newpaper as there were no
dishwater gloves back then. She'd get them home and
spin them over an open flame, using a fork. Now, I
got alot of my grandma in me. That woman was handy.
Made her own tamales from scratch, turned the big
house into a boarding house for the Big Depression.
I can make killer tamales and didn't I let every cat
in SO CALIF. live here free turning my home into a
ratfree boarding house? And like my granny, I always
carry a rake in the car for fruit trees in alleys.
So, quickly, I raked down five big guys, bagged them
up, went home, lit the stove, spun the fruits on a
fork thinking "it's the hour, the hour he died." And
I have to pray now, pray that the clique that killed
him --the killer opuntia clan get nailed on a spike
just like I'm turning this fruit that looks like a
male body part. Searing their tenders over the flame
of the inquisition til they talk, confess their
heresy, get prosecuted, reveal who told them to do
it. Reveal the head of the snake, the
Octupus head.
Oh sure, E. Howard Hunt confessed to LBJ's murder
plot on his deathbed, COAST TO CoAST AM ran the show
for months ROLLING STONE's APRIL 2008 issue had text
of his tape. But damnit, HOWIE had been a novelist,
like l00 mysteries and spy thrillers, not just a
Nixon burglar. Maybe dying was making him spin more
stories. But he was a made man. He wasn't just a
worker in the anti Cuba squad out of Miami U back in
the 60's. Not just best boypal to Frank Sturgis the
spy sent to penetrate Fidel's Havana who got elected
MINISTER OF CASINOS for gawdsakes when he worked for
the CIA! What cojones that took! Can you imagine the
difficulty getting messages back to Washington when
you were MINISTER OF CASINOS?
Spinning all five of the egglike killer fruit on
the open gas flame. Cord Meyer, Cabell bros. One
EARLE, the general, the other the mayor of Dallas
that very day.
www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/JFKcabelC.htm
Frank Sturgis, who else? Nixon himself? LBJ gave
the order to the hired guns working out of the
agency
I used a knife to split the skin, unwrapping each
like a testicle sliding out of its hairy little soft
skin, slipping out onto a dish. I dropped the five
little fellows in the blender, added juice of four
limes, all it takes is a few sour, bitter LIME
activists to make this story flow freely, to write
this wretched even up, correctly and inspire a hue
and cry, to fuel a really good enquiry. WHo is the
journactivist to do that? YOU ARE. .
www.masterjules.net/journactivist.htm
Whizzed the five fruits once, so as not to break
up the opuntia seeds, poured it into a glass.
Thought of sugaring it, but I want this drink
bitter. well, It wasn't. It was sweet. I toasted the
dead president
"JFK" I thought, "yes you were a rascal, but I
guess being a sexy rascal isn't necessarily a path
to having no compassion for the common man. You,
being lace curtain Irish and discriminated against
royally by Massachusetts Blue Bloods really
identified with the common man against the white
bread oligarchs. How terribly sad that you're gone,
that they got you." And at that second I heard in my
head, in my third eye, out of nowhere..the words,
"his son, too"
I was frankly, amazed as my own interior radio
does not talk to me in audible words, often. The
last time I remember was just before the big one, I
heard, 'there's going to be a big quake. I put all
my china on the bottom shelf, told all my friends,
and bingo, it came. I answered the voices. Yes, They
got John John too. We need that set of killers too,
that information now. I drank and spat seeds into a
dish to send to my gardening pals and prayed drank
and spat seeds and prayed. ONE YOUNG, fire in the
belly activist would do. Let him show up.
So, sweetheart. Who wants opuntia seeds? write me
now, give me your address, they'll come in the mail.
JFK KILLER OPUNTIA. Warm climate required, doesn't
take much tending, no fertilizing, no water or even
ground. These plants have a passionate will to LIVE
and a will to KILL so they grow anywhere. If you can
master the opuntia you can nail a lot of fascists
with one whizz of the ole blender jar. Drink their
testicles for lunch and spit seeds into a napkin for
all your pals to grow them, too.
Hey, take a minute. PRAY WITH ME as it's noon.
Pray that WE catch those oligarch common-man
killers, reveal once and for all, beyond the reaches
and lying clutches of history-revisionists and
Warren commissions --- who killed a lineage of
audacious Princes and then stole our country and
left it shrunk and dead, stole our economy, stole
the world economy with a few bullets in Dallas, 45
years ago, today.
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THE
JFK HIT is covered
at this page. The known killers' names are there.
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