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During our conversation, I speculated that it may not have gone to Citicorp at all (indulging in the paranoia for which I have become famous). Greg's reply: "Yeah. It probably went to Wells Fargo, instead." That's Greg!
Strangely, the FBI thought Bud A. Simco was deceased: In 1979 (or late 1978) I went with David Bucknell (another Oswald buddy) to San Francisco where we met with Simco in a restaurant. (Bucknell recalled an attempt to recruit himself, Oswald and me to the CIA which I had all but forgotten.)
Also present were Joel and Andrea Thornton and Greg Hill. I freaked Bud out by bringing up the possibility that he was an agent, as such a hypothesis would explain much; Bud was the clerk in Squadron Intelligence in Marine Air Control Squadron One (MACS-1).
I was not a member of a covert Marxist group with Oswald. I did not become a Marxist until I first observed starving people in the slums of Manila, by which time Oswald was in Russia. I'm given to understand Oswald and I were involved in a covert group (of which I was unwitting) called "Maggie," a Nazi secret society which infiltrated the Marine Corps to look after the children of the Templar/Hospitaler/Nazi breeding experiments. I believe this but cannot prove it.
I lived in Tampa, Florida, twice. Circa 1968 (when Jim Garrison decided to enlighten me, Zenarchy-style), and in the early 1980's.
I never have owned a house. The first time my wife and I rented a cottage on a farm in the Palm River district. Then we rented a cottage in a back yard on Marlin near the Yacht Club, where I washed dishes. I didn't drive a sports car, but I was the proud driver of an eight-dollar used bicycle from the Goodwill.
In the 1980's I lived with, and bummed off, a girlfriend -- Paula Petty, who worked for Hillsborough County Human Services. Much of my time was spent hitchhiking, however, up and down the Florida Sun Coast. During that phase I didn't even own a bicycle, but I did drive Paula's car -- not a sports car -- without a permit, and was arrested in Tampa for that violation -- whereupon I had to get a license. This meant I now had an I.D., which was in contradiction of what I said in the flyer in Cosmic Trigger about using only my thumbprint as identification -- which, in turn, has caused people to suspect that I am someone else impersonating myself.
That I supplied the Warren Commission with disinformation is not contested by me. From my first press interview, I was cajoled, flattered and coached to say just what the Warren Commission wanted to hear. For example, Clint Bolton appointed himself my manager and, just before the TV cameras went on, said, "Kerry, this buddy of yours just killed their President; these people don't want to hear the good things about Oswald; they only want to hear the bad things."
To the extent that I had anything to do with my early involvement in the investigation, it was pure opportunism. I wanted to find a publisher for The Idle Warriors. I thought the publicity would help; it didn't.
Albert E. Jenner, the Commission attorney who interviewed me, charmed me thoroughly and then elicited the information he wanted (my opinion of Oswald's motivation) in a way that never would have held up in court. Jenner: "I'm searching for motivation." A leading question.
I was not a professional spook. My involvement in the JFK murder was strictly as an unpaid volunteer, and I did not become aware of that involvement until Watergate. I believe that between April of 1961 and November of 1963, I agreed to a verbal contract with a CIA agent -- namely E. Howard Hunt -- who was posing as a Nazi named Gary Kirstein who wanted, as I did, to assassinate Kennedy.
My problem was, I decided this Kirstein guy was a nut -- again, until Watergate. So, like Clay Shaw in the Oliver Stone movie, I was "a contract agent for the CIA," and for the "rogue elephant" CIA, probably sympathetic with the FBI -- but I was not a witting agent, and I was not a paid one. However, as long as Hunt and company thought I was keeping my mouth shut on purpose, I did get laid a lot.
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention: After Manila, I didn't remain a Marxist for long. A few months later I read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, and became convinced that only capitalism could cause starvation. In 1964, I became an anarcho-capitalist, in 1969 a Kropotkinist, and in recent years a (Wilhelm) Reichian Marxist-Leninist. (See Sex-Pol, The Mass Psychology of Fascism, and The Sexual Revolution).
It was during my Ayn Rand phase (1960 to 1964) that I wanted to kill Kennedy. Dave Chandler was also into Ayn Rand and told me he, also, wanted to assassinate the President. We discussed it once.
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