Showing posts with label Kennedy assassination. Show all posts
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Friday, April 3, 2015

Princess Tutu: REAL MEN WATCH IT!



Princess Tutu: REAL MEN WATCH IT!


My masculinity has been called into question. HNNNNGH!

Over a week ago, I posted on my blog a Hell Girl fanfic story, Unlikely Avenger, having to do with the Kennedy assassination. A so-called "friend" by the name of Keith von Sulzer, expressed interest so I pointed the story out to him.

A couple days later, he informed me he read the story and liked it. But ... there was something else he saw on my blog main page he was not too crazy about.

"So what's this gay anime you're watching?"

"What!?"

"Y'know ... THAT ... gay anime."

"Gay ... anime?"

"You know ... An anime that's gay."

"Uh ... yuh ... right!"

"Why are you watching something like that?"

"I'm not watching anything gay, anime or otherwise."

"Sure you are," said the miscreant grinning. "And it gives me some doubts about you."

"NOW JUST A MINUTE!"

The conversation/accusation continued while I racked  my brain (Man that hurts!) trying to figure out what show he was going on about. Since he's not one to go beyond my blogs' main page, I figured it had to be something within a few past articles. Then it hit me (That hurts too!).

"Wait a sec ... You don't mean ... Princess Tutu?"

"Yeah! That's it."

"NOW JUST A MINUTE!"

Now I ask you ... Does this look gay to you? It's not. It's ...
something else. Yeah ... Uh ... something else ... maybe ...

The conversation/accusation went on, I insisting Princess Tutu ... and I ... weren't gay and he talking of the possibility that Princess Tutu ... and that I, because I liked it ... might be "a little light in the loafers".

Needless to say the conversation kept NOT going well.

He clocked out of work grinning and me snarling.

Gentlemen ... That is those of you who like the anime, Princess Tutu ...

Get your tutus on (METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING!) and say it loud and proud:

REAL MEN WATCH PRINCESS TUTU!

Indeed ...



Princess Tutu: What the Ducking Duck! here.

Unlikely Avenger: A Hell Girl Anime Fan Fiction Story here.

Go to C V Fords' Anime Fan Fiction Page! here.

Go to C V Fords' profile page and anime fan fiction stories list at fanfiction.net here.


Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here. If there are any other articles under this one, "gay" or otherwise, you're already there.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Unlikely Avenger: A Hell Girl Fan Fiction Story



Unlikely Avenger: A Hell Girl Fan Fiction Story

by

C V Ford

"My husband ... unfaithful ... And so blatant about it. Even having his trysts right here in our home! His philandering's been going on for years and is so dismissive towards me over it ... Mocking me. He's on top of the world right now ... Everyone adores him. If only the people knew. His popularity's made him think he's the next best thing to God. Thinks nothing can touch him ..."

"Your wish?"

"I want you to touch him ... HARD! Take him straight to HELL! A hell far worse than what he's put me through."

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The drive from the large municipal airport uneventful but for the swelling, adoring crowds of wellwishers and fans. Sidewalks crowded beyond capacity, filled with those wanting to get a look at what they thought to be more than a dream for what almost amounted a "new heavens and a new earth". Celebrity of messiah-like dimensions. This man of the hour/decade/millenium. A demi-god of hope for what more than hinted at a "second coming".

She knew better. The publicity of skilled writers and handlers covered up what would have belied the sterling image of the nations' perfect family man. Definitely NOT the saint everyone thought him. An adulterer of the first water ... and flaunting it before her out of sight of the eyes of a smitten public. If they only knew.

Sitting next to him in the back of the open topped car, she smiled and waved, helping to shore up an already more than sturdy facade. The masses needed a continuous feeding as the couples' publicity section constantly reminded them of it.

Contemplating the events of the past few weeks, she went over her present situation.

It was during a visit with her husbands' sister (The wife of a well known film actor.) in Los Angeles. Waiting at the airport terminal for the limos' arrival, she spotted a copy of the Asahi Shimbun newspaper carelessly dropped on an end table. It wasn't so much the indecipherable (To her.) three alphabet script of the page that caught her attention as it was the bold print ad in the center ... In plain English:

WE WILL TAKE VENGEANCE ON YOUR BEHALF. YOUR GRIEVANCE SHALL BE AVENGED

With following text, describing particulars.

She asked the accompanying matron of her two children the meaning of the ad. The governess replying about seeing only a blank space. Odd.

Folding the paper, she slipped it into a shopping bag.

Later in the day, she inquired the same of an aquaintance only to get the same answer. She slipped the curious object in a dresser drawer on arrival back home.

It was much later a mansion staffer told her that page the "advertisement" appeared on was part of the missing persons' section.

Two days before, after a particularly heated spousal arguement over her husbands' dalliances, her thoughts turned to the newspaper and acted on the ads' instruction.

It wasn't as if she could actually send the request. She couldn't just affix a stamp to it and drop it in the mail without security being able to scrutinize it. And the "nebulous" address certainly didn't ensure actual receipt of the letter.

No ... It was only a form of therapy for her ... a relief valve for letting off emotional pressure. She would place it in her dresser drawer as a futile reminder.

On sealing the envelope ...

She let out a startled gasp on noticing the sudden presence to her right.

She almost immediately called security just outside the mansion suites' door but something told her the black clad adolescent and the provocative looking woman with her were not an immediate threat ... and may have had something to do with the strange advertisement.

A not so short conversation confirmed it and the bargain was struck. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as the transformation process from geisha to red straw doll in hand took place.

As the car and accompanying escort/motorcade turned right, nagging second thoughts from the past twenty four hours came to the fore. As a devout Catholic, she had to do everything in her power to make her marriage work. Had she done so? Had she exhausted every venue to repair the rift made by her husband and bring him to fidelity? And the covenant made with that strange harbinger ... so ... final. Canceling out and replacing one mortal sin with another. An irreversible one.

The column of vehicles rounding to the left and downhill, she made her decision.

She would make one more try at saving their marriage. Find some other way to resolve this problem in their lives.

Opening her purse, she checked for the now not needed straw doll she had placed there but a day before.

Missing.

Her husbands' clutching at his throat, gagging and falling toward her turned her attention to him. Reaching, she drew him near. A sharp, cracking report coming but a moment after. The man in the car seat in front, looking on attentively, jerked as well from an impact also accompanied by a repeat of that same sound.

Trying to undo the tie and shirt collar button, her husbands' head jerked sharply back, a fine spray of red mist hanging momentarily. She gasped, noticing a flap of scalp and hair hanging off his heads' right side.

... she controlled her panic and climbed over the back seat,
helping one of the foot security men onto the cars. rear deck.

Seeing there was nothing she could do for the moment, she controlled her panic and climbed over the back seat, helping one of the foot security men onto the cars' rear deck.

The motorcade sped up, leaving the planned route and racing for the nearest hospital.

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After a thorough check of the hospitals' rest room, the woman was left alone, the all male security staff guarding just beyond the door.

Splashing cold water to her face, a heretofore prescence again made itself felt.

Turning toward the girl and tall woman she tearfully asked.

"Why ... Why did you ... I didn't-"

"It was not our doing," the pale one answered. "Having done so would have been quite different and your husband would never have been found."

"Then what-"

"Your covenant with me was broken on your relenting. The actions taken were by another not known to us. His dark thoughts, if any ... are his alone."

"But if-"

"Your time is long and you have much to do. Your destiny in eternity is again open. You may yet know the joys of Heaven. Your heart must, however, change. Perhaps your own holymen may be able to tell you how." (1)

?

"And you may also yet-," the provacative looking one speaking for the first time, "-again find love in the arms of another. One more caring and attentive."

"Ma'am!" Medium rapping at the door by a Secret Service man. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes!" Turning toward the door. "I'm ... I'm fine. Be out in a minute."

Turning back, only the restroom tiles and empty stalls met her vision.

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2:10 PM, CBS News, Walter Cronkite reporting:

Here is a bulletin from CBS News. In Dallas, Texas ... Three shots were fired at President Kennedys' motorcade in downtown Dallas. The first reports say that President Kennedy has been seriously wounded by this shooting.

More details just arrived. These details about the same as previously. President Kennedy shot today, just as his motorcade left downtown Dallas. Mrs. Kennedy jumped up and grabbed Mr. Kennedy, she called "Oh no!", the motorcade sped on.

United Press says the wounds for President Kennedy perhaps could be fatal.

Repeating, a bulletin from CBS News, President Kennedy has been shot by a would be assassin in Dallas, Texas.

Stay tuned to CBS News for further details.

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Later, CBS News, Walter Cronkite reporting:

From Dallas, Texas, the flash, apparantly official ... President Kennedy died, at 1 PM, Central Standard Time. 2 o'clock Eastern Standard Time ...

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In Dallas the prime suspect is still being questioned. He is 24 year old Lee Oswald of Dallas. He is a former Marine who has spent some time in Russia who, at one time, applied for Soviet citizenship. He has been associated with The Fair Play for Cuba Committee ...

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IN MEMORIAM:

Jaqueline (Jackie) Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis  1929 - 1994

END

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1. This is an explaination of the plan of salvation God has provided for the individual. Usually referred to as "The Roman Road" (Most of the verses are from the Book of Romans.).

Romans 3:10-12 10)As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: 11) There is none that understands, there is none that seeks after God. 12) They are all gone out of the way, they are altogether become unprofitable; there is none that does good., no, not one.

Psalms 14:3 - They are all gone aside, they are altogether become filthy: there is none that does good, no, not one.

Romans 3:23 - For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God;

No one is blameless. If you have trouble wrapping your mind around this, think of it as you would an illness or physical condition. It is a state which we are born under.

Romans 5:12 - Wherefore , as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:

The how and why we are that way. Adam is the reason we're under the weight of sin and trapped in this deadly cycle of entropy, decay and death.

Romans 5:8 - But God commends his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 6:23 - For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Jesus is the way out. The other side of the equation. With our acknowledgement of our sinbound state we can go on to have the Lord correct that.

Romans 10:13 - For whosover shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

Romans 10:9-10 - 9) That if you shall confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in your heart that God has raised him from the dead, you shall be saved. 10) For with the heart man believes to righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made to salvation.

This is the how in regard to Jesus. Do these and the cycle has no spiritual claim on you.

Revelation 3:20 - Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Jesus is waiting for you to answer. He has been there all along knocking. It could be you just didn't (Or didn't want to.) hear it.

John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Of course, it goes without saying, "Go and sin no more". I really stink at this. However, one should always keep going back and asking the Lord for guidance and strength to resist (It's called prayer.). This is what's known as repentance, an active turning away from giving in to ones' baser instincts and it's an ongoing thing.

For guidance I strongly suggest one get in touch with a strong bible believing pastor/church in your area.

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Go to C V Fords' Anime Fan Fiction Page here.

To to C V Fords' profile page and anime fan fiction stories list on fanfiction.net here.

Wikipedia article on the Kennedy assassination here.

Wikipeda article on Jackie Kennedy Onassis here.


Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here.

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Kennedy Assassination: Off the Top 'O My Head

About as good a theory as any, I suppose ...


Kennedy Assassination: Off the Top 'O My Head


Now that the "Dallas Orgy" is over, I'll post my half cent in.


Conspiracy

We've heard 'em all ad nauseum. Folks with empty lives and nothing better to do expounding to others of the same about why it all went down and who was behind it. Johnson, the Mafia, the Birchers, the commies etc. were in on it somehow. Elvis and bigfoot may have had a hand in it too. This is not something that's kept me up nights. Howsomever ...

The reds. Yup! That's what I think. Why? Seems the most plausable.

1. Oswald spent some time in the Soviet Union after "defecting" there.

2. While there, he was given the unprecedented privilege of practicing with a rifle.

3. Both Khrushchev and Castro could have understandably had it in for Kennedy what with the past "missle crisis", "Bay of Pigs" and all.

4. While in the Marines stationed at installations in Japan, Oswald was known to consort with a "lady" who had connections with the Communist movement in that country.

5. Oswald did some "free lance activism" for the Fair Play For Cuba Committee.

6. Jack Ruby allegedly spent some time in Cuba a short time before killing Oswald.


The Rifle

One of the "proofs" that Oswald REALLY COULDN'T have killed Kennedy was the "cheap, junky, ITALIAN" rifle he used.

Mannlicher/Carcano Model 38s 6.5mm. Not as bad a rifle as it's "cracked down" to be.
Yes, it was "cheap". Around twenty bucks (In 1963 dollars.). Cheap in comparison to the M1 Garand (90 bucks! Just try getting a Garand for that price today!) advertised just above it in the Kleins Sporting Goods (Then a subsidiary of Pepsi Cola.) ad that Oswald ordered (Under an assumed name.) from. As for it being "junky", bullcrap! I've owned two in the past. They both worked just fine.


Some years back the Hysterectomy ... uh ... History Channel aired a program "proving" how Oswald couldn't have possibly killed Kennedy by getting a couple of malfunctioning examples and badly stored ammo. I switched channels after I saw where that was going. If one is to go "hunting" one is to make sure his weapon is functioning properly. Any malfunctions or defects are to be corrected or repaired by taking it to a competant gunsmith. Oswald obviously did if that was the case. As I've said before, mine worked great from the start.

As an aside, the Italian military got a lot of bad press during WW2 due to its shortcomings and early defeats. This and their having been on the losing side are the main causes of its bad reputation. The Italian soldiers and their small arms were as good as anybodys'. A LOT of Allied combatants were taken out by these "comic reliefs" and their "crappy" rifles. Before the surrender in 1943 they actually scored victories (Without German assistance.) in the dust up in North Afrika. When reading various histories of that campaign it's interesting to note at times, mention of AXIS victories in the desert instead of German or Afrika Korps (MOST of the forces under Rommels' command were Italian.). Some authors don't like to admit that sometimes the allies got their butts handed to them by the "eye ties".

I understand there were a couple tests/studies as to wether or not one could score two plus hits on a moving target at that range, angle etc. One after the assassination and one done in the '90s. Both had at least one of the shooters consistently scoring all three on target and concluded it could be done. Conspiracy or not, Oswald was the shooter (He "connected" with two shots.).


The Mindset

Yeah. Oswald claimed not to have shot Kennedy. But ...

1. He attempted to kill right winger Edwin Walker some time before.

2. He was quite willing and successful in gunning down officer J. D. Tippet at close range.

Yeah, "guilt by association", I know. All the same ...


So...

Was there a conspiracy? Who knows? Even more important ... Who actually REALLY cares? I don't and never did (My 9 year olds' concern at the time was there were no cartoons on TV that November weekend. Man! ... Was I ticked off!).

As for the fascination and claims of conspiracy on peoples' minds, in the words of one gun writer: "No one wants to believe that a lone loser bought a cheap rifle from Pepsi Cola and stopped Camelot."

Face it. The past "Dallas orgy" was for entertainment purposes only, though most probably won't admit that.

As the title of this article says, this stuff is "off the top 'o my head" and NOT to be taken as "authoritative" or the last word. Just some rambling musings on my part.

Just sayin' ...


Kennedy Kurses! here.


Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Kennedy Kurses!

                                                              Kennedy Kurses!
                                                                      
                                                                            by
         
                                                                               Jay Agan

     November of '88. Had been back a few months in Ohio after a 4 year stint in Jersey. Was back to start what I thought was going to be a new life & career (Can't complain. Took my chances, made my chioces.)
  
     It was the 25th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination & I'm stuck as a telemarketer for a cheap-jack insulation company that shall remain nameless. I'm into my mid-30s & the kids there were 20-somethings. One gets the idea I'm a piece of living history & would I be so kind as to relate my experience of one of the 20th centurys' defining moments? Sure.
  
     I was in Miss McIlvoys' third grade class at St. Vincents in Mt. Vernon. Principle gets on the pa & announces the pres got shot & to pray for the repose of his soul. Then some creepy choir music was piped in. One kid (who also shall remain nameless) got to laughing over it. Other kids got quiet. I didn't feel affected at all. On the bus home, the high & jr. high kids speculated over what few details they got on the news. Again, no big deal as far as I was concerned. I get home, turn on the set. News. At this hour?
  
     "Jay! The presidents' been shot!" Mom calmly explained to me. And?
 
     Later, it dawned on me. What?! No cartoons?! It was that serious enough to keep me from watching my weekly U.S.D.A. required dose of brain rot? I didn't think so.
  
     Needless to say, the kiddies at work weren't too thrilled over this first hand account of MY ENCOUNTER WITH HISTORY(!) (Insert light show here.). One he-bitch whined indignantly over my cheating him out of some hoped for profound insight.
  
     Strange as it seems, coming from a film fan, but I never was into hype & the cult of celebrity. Especially when it comes to politicians of whatever stripe.
  
    What did these fools expect from me? Something sage sounding & momentous? An unforgetable anecdote from one who was "in the moment"? Oh, come on! I was a kid. 9 years old. As a child, I thought & lived as one. I had a childs' priorities. And it was through the eyes of one I remember it.
   
    I'm not trying to be mean or callous about this. It was a terrible thing that happened. BUT:

   Anyone who was a little kid at that time telling you about "a profound sense of loss", etc. is full of it. He/she was just as ticked off as I was about no cartoons that dreary Thanksgiving weekend in November '63. Nuff said.

                                                     Article copyright © Jay Agan

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