It’s Payback Time

When did you first become aware of the larger world beyond your home, immediate family, your friends, your school, maybe trips to the grocery store with mom?  For me, it was during the days many referred as, “Camelot.”

Now I vaguely remember the election of 1960.  My dad voted for Nixon, mom for Kennedy.  I remember them saying they cancelled each other’s vote.  That would not happen today, not without hair pulling, a divorce or worse, but I digress.  So, I remember Camelot in America, the presidency of John F. Kennedy, who together with First Lady Jackie, children Caroline and John Jr., or “John John,” presented an image of style and grace, humor and humility, the ideal American family, at least it appeared.

At our school I remember JFK’s picture hanging next to the American flag.  Each day before instruction, we would stand, place our hands over our hearts and recite the Pledge, followed by the Lord’s Prayer.  Then we would sing patriotic songs conveying a sense of what America was, or at least supposed to be.  I recall the lyrics of one very well, “My Country ‘tis of Thee, sweet land of liberty, of Thee I sing.”  I remember the next lines, “Long may our land be bright, with freedom’s Holy Light. Protect us by Thy might, great God our King.”  Yes, we sang that song, and others like it, every day in public school.  And nobody ever complained. 

Those were the days when dads went to work sporting fedoras (a hat style of the day.)  I still have my dad’s hats.  I mean, what do you do with a box of fedoras today?   

And during the days of Camelot, kids were much better protected against questionable influences from the outside world, unlike today when those influences gain direct access to minors through smart phone or cable TV technology, without parents knowing, or in some instances caring.

And so for my first two years in school I lived in Camelot.  In the 3rd year, however, it all changed.  On Friday, November 22, 1963, while I was in Mrs. Powell’s class, word came down that President Kennedy had been killed.  School was over.  Many of us just walked home, about a mile, wondering what had happened.  No worries, the streets were safe then.  Like I said, it was Camelot.

After arriving home, this 8-year-old kid stayed glued to a 21-inch RCA black and white TV console all weekend, trying to understand what had happened.  Why would anyone want to assassinate such a wonderful man as President Kennedy?  Sunday morning, there I was, still watching and wondering.  The TV commentators were saying that they were going to take the “lone assassin,” to another location and that we might be able to see him.  So I waited.  Just as they predicted, soon the doors opened in the basement of the police station and out strode several law enforcement officers, one wearing that familiar cowboy hat, frog-marching the individual apparently blamed for killing President Kennedy in front of the TV cameras.  And so there I was, eight years old, watching a murder on live television.  I had no idea it was all a frame up.

JFK Jr. Salutes the Father He Would No Longer Have

The next day was JFK’s funeral.  I remember the horse-drawn caisson carrying his casket, the same caisson used for Lincoln.  I will never forget the riderless horse, boots strapped backward, signifying the death of a fallen hero.  I recall John John’s salute, JFK “lying in state” in the “rotunda” of the capitol, and Jackie kissing the casket before departing.  I recall JFK’s burial at Arlington Cemetery and wondering how an eternal flame could possibly remain lit forever.  I witnessed utter sorrow.  A pall came over America.  Camelot was over. 

After that, America was different.  LBJ became our new President.  Didn’t like him much, nothing like JFK.  Then came the Gulf of Tonkin, the Vietnam War, long-haired hippies, the drug culture, burning of American flags, protest music and riots in the streets.  On April 4th, 1968, the day before my birthday, my mom picked me up from Scouts to tell me Martin Luther King had been murdered.  Two months later, Robert Kennedy, who would have been President, was gunned down as well.

Neither America nor the world has been the same since.  And it is a shame that subsequent generations of Americans can’t have memories of Camelot like I do.  Camelot is what America is supposed to be.

And what really surprises me is the number of people who cannot understand that the remnant of the perpetrators of the Kennedy assassination are still around.  You see, on November 22nd, 1963, a cabal took charge of the American Government and has been in charge ever since.  They finance their operations by printing money and placing Americans into debt to pay it back. 

But now is the time to pay them all back, in full.  Now is a time to remove the cabal, those President Trump refers as, “a failed and corrupt establishment,” and destroy it.  And whether you have eyes to see right now or not, you will soon realize that destroying the cabal that murdered President Kennedy, and subsequently took over the American Government, is the reason Donald Trump ran for President.  He is the only one who could have done that job.  And he needs our help.  To finish the job, he needs a Red Wave in November.  It is time to redeem November 22nd. It is time to take America back from the cabal. It’s time to vote Red Wave and restore Camelot.