by Larry Miller
I was sitting listening to my Pandora channel of old time rock'n roll. Thankful that I grew up in a simpler, happier time. No computers, no cell phones. Happy, feel good music on the AM radio as I cruised through Smitty's Drive In in my Tri-Power Pontiac. GTOs hadn't arrived on the scene yet. My needs were simple and I had pretty much everything a teenager in a small town could want.
Sure things were not perfect as many perpetually negative America haters would be quick to point out – since that is all they can see. Things would soon change for the worse as word came to my school that President Kennedy was killed on the streets of Dallas. This precipitated some bad times for many young men around the country. Whereas the young president was preparing to withdraw Americans from Vietnam after seeing how the French had failed in that country – the new president, Lyndon Johnson, gave the go ahead to the Joint Chiefs and CIA to begin the involvement that would cost over fifty eight thousand American lives.
This took place just four days after the events in Dallas - before Kennedy's body found its permanent home in Arlington Cemetery. The real push came in August of 1964 when the alleged attack on an American vessel in the Gulf of Tonkin was used as excuse for ramping up US presence – and the intelligence community along with the military-industrial complex had their war. The problem was that the incident we were told about and the politicians used as justification never happened.
We bought their story and learned the truth only decades later. The father of lies did his work on the American political class and brought and end much innocence in America. The good times or “Happy Days” were over as we saw weekly casualty reports that told us we were winning because more enemy were killed than Americans. President Johnson waged his war of attrition against an enemy that did not value life as we do. However these optimistic reports didn't ease pain of families who welcomed their sons back home in body bags.
Years later, as I walked along the wall in Washington, looking over the names of the Americans we lost, all I could feel was rage at the damage this corrupt president had done to our country in general and some families in particular. Each of the dead had their own story and ambitions... but it wasn't only the dead. Many thousand more came back horribly wounded and disfigured. Even those with no visible signs came home after seeing and doing things no young man should have to live with. Many of the best and bravest had been sacrificed to feed the military-industrial complex beast.
As for Lyndon Johnson, he and most of his cronies were long gone from the land of the living by this time. They had fallen into the hands of the living God – something far more frightening than anything an angry country could do to them.
The good time rock'n roll turned more somber and nihilistic. The young men now had a shadow over them as they didn't know if or when they would be drafted into a military where they would be expected to kill strangers they were told were the enemy.
As time went by more and more truth began to emerge despite the best efforts of the ruling elites. Recently President Trump has declared that we should see the truth about the deaths of President Kennedy and his brother Robert, along with Martin Luther King Jr. Considering how the ruling elites in government, military and industry saw each of them as an obstacle to their nefarious ends, it could be very interesting as well as very dangerous to those seeking to find out what really happened.
We may well be faced with the choice of the blue pill or the red pill. However we need to remember only the truth will set us free. Lets choose the red pill and pursue the truth. It may not be as comforting as believing the lies we are told, but we will no longer be slaves to the ruling class lies.