[Note: My podcast partner Greg Budell, longtime radio host at WACV 93.1 FM in Montgomery, Alabama, wrote this terrific piece for a local publication and was kind enough to share it with us.]
David, you speak for me as well. I, too, was but 12 at the time and until just a few years ago accepted the government version. Now, after the Russian hoax, the COVID debacle, the free speech clampdown orchestrated by Bidenesta's and the Biden attempt to jail his opponent for 2024, my eyes are opened. I trust no one in government and take nothing for certain from what I am told by those who speak for it. It's lies everywhere you look.
Time passing is relentless. JFK's assassination was two days before my 10th birthday but the memory of that day is still clear. I was at Edward A White elementary school on Fort Benning, Georgia. It had been a rough couple of years with my father having deployed to south Florida to help establish a MASH hospital for the Bay of Pigs invasion April of 1961. That was followed 18 months later by the Cuba Missile Crisis, October of 1962. He was deployed a lot during those uncertain times and as the oldest of six kids I had to help Mom with my siblings. Naturally she worried which in turn worried me. As a little kid I didn't really understand what was going on big picture but when your Mom is fretting and crying it has it's effects on you. And so it was in the middle of the school day November 22, 1963 our teachers started crying, school was stopped, and we were sent home. We didn't know why but when I got home my mother was at the kitchen table crying, my dad, a combat medic drafted in WW2, who served in Korea for 18 months, and would later go on to serve two tours in Viet Nam, the toughest man I have ever known was walking the house with tears in his eyes. Yeah, I remember November 22, 1963 and have, every year, for the last 59 years.
David, you speak for me as well. I, too, was but 12 at the time and until just a few years ago accepted the government version. Now, after the Russian hoax, the COVID debacle, the free speech clampdown orchestrated by Bidenesta's and the Biden attempt to jail his opponent for 2024, my eyes are opened. I trust no one in government and take nothing for certain from what I am told by those who speak for it. It's lies everywhere you look.
Time passing is relentless. JFK's assassination was two days before my 10th birthday but the memory of that day is still clear. I was at Edward A White elementary school on Fort Benning, Georgia. It had been a rough couple of years with my father having deployed to south Florida to help establish a MASH hospital for the Bay of Pigs invasion April of 1961. That was followed 18 months later by the Cuba Missile Crisis, October of 1962. He was deployed a lot during those uncertain times and as the oldest of six kids I had to help Mom with my siblings. Naturally she worried which in turn worried me. As a little kid I didn't really understand what was going on big picture but when your Mom is fretting and crying it has it's effects on you. And so it was in the middle of the school day November 22, 1963 our teachers started crying, school was stopped, and we were sent home. We didn't know why but when I got home my mother was at the kitchen table crying, my dad, a combat medic drafted in WW2, who served in Korea for 18 months, and would later go on to serve two tours in Viet Nam, the toughest man I have ever known was walking the house with tears in his eyes. Yeah, I remember November 22, 1963 and have, every year, for the last 59 years.