FKs aren't OK

Hopefully, the time of givings thanks will act as a buffer of time in which I can re-set my sleep schedule, because as you can see by the timestamp, this has been another night of unneccessary up-late. This time, it's a little bit educational. Historical. Something that has become altogether fascinating and frightening.

The Kennedy Assassination. The first one.

In the era of YouTube, have you had a chance to watch the videos? They've got all kinds of re-mastering, re-framing, stabilizing and commentary. This has become the scariest thing I have ever watched. It started on Sunday, when I watched the first half of Oliver Stone's JFK. I had no grasp on any of this until I hit the internet.

I was just enthralled for the last few hours with this, plus footage of Bobby Kennedy's assassination. Only when I was watching the reaction of the crowd that stayed in the ballroom, another link I had clicked started up: the BBC radio commentary of JFK's funeral. So as the panic spread from behind the stage and into the crowd of the RFK video I was looking at, a hidden British voice was describing a somber march, everyone dressed in black (and many of the attendees of Bobby's rally were wearing dark suits), and the procession of a casket. Just a terrible overlap that had me completely out of it before I realized what was going on.

Ok, and the man that shot the JFK film? Zapruder. ABRAHAM Zapruder. Honest Abe Zapruder. Creepy.

The only humor I could find out of all this was the fact that Charles Bronson was listed as having film of the assassination. Not the actor, but I'd like to think that it was, and that he's been witness to a lot of big moments in American history.

Ugh. Back to Family Circus and Nietzsche.