Thursday, January 31, 2008

http://www.blackdahliareader.info   7:05:47 AM    comment

Monday, January 28, 2008

Obama works the refs  Gene Lyons 8:09:23 AM    comment

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Elm Street Pitching the bull at bethshort dotcom the other night has brought me back to the whole Kennedy thing, again. Certianly this is our greatest and most baffling unsolved murder. And the road show contiunes to play to rapt internet audiences, and even in my absence have aquired an interesting academic patina, having moved to winter in up Minnesota with the emminent Dr. Fetzer. Hence the metaphysical approach. And there you have it. But wait, there's movie news here: Some very interesting study with the Zapruder film, however which has frozen up the work worse than the winter we're having in the Short case, by asking the terrible question; "If the Zapruder film was faked, where does that leave the original Warren Commission doubters? Nowhere, that's where. If it's true, and it seems to be, the plotters have surely had the time to do anything their crude technology allowed to it, but to what end? Is the stabilized version some kind of high tech fake? Maybe, I surely don't think the limo driver shot anybody, but I do think he stops the limo very suddenly, and doesn't hit the the gas pedal again until Kennedy is good and dead. Why? I can't imagine. I also also saw the film of the Secret Service agent being ordered off the bumper of the limo, standing down, and protesting in a gesture familial to any Federal employee, at Love Field. Run goverment like a business? Huh? Try running it like a government for a change. Nyet? Start here. The Men who killed Kennedy documentary was, to me, the closest to the truth of the JFK assassination. The final three chapters are particularly compelling, the one presenting fingerprint evidence was my favorite. Who dosen't like fingerprint evidence? Not me. Of course the death of JFK achieved it's own mythic literary apex with the publication of the discrepancy concerning the sheets they wrapped the body in Dallas not being sheets at all, but rather a plastic body bag when they arrived at Bethesda Naval Hospital for an hastily arranged post mortem on the deceased president. Neither was he in the same casket. As a dead  one he, with an head wound, would attend also. They wrapped Tim Finnegan in sheets, too, and laid him out on the table but he shook them off in his curious craythur wake. Oliver Stone is another hero in the piece. The most important film ever made, JFK is a spectacular attempt to tell the whole story as we, the doubters, knew it must have happened. The film deserves propers for so many things, we forget about the ton of shit he's had to take for it from every rightwing nut in from the rain. From priggish reactionaries like Michael Medved to the nearly autistic Arkansas project cast-offs like Gerald Posner for what is at this time still the singe finest, clearest and most cohesive narrative version of the proven conspiracy as it actually unfolded in Dallas and elsewhere, given the limitations of the medium for useful polemic ibid. Yup, death threats, too. It's already been shown in most high schools and will some day represent uncontested fact, rather than admitted fiction. For this reason it should already be considered for the best film ever made, and soon. Citizen Kane? Please. The thing about a murder conspiracy at such an high level, that forces the entire government into the maintainence of the cover story. This goes on willing through the politically adaptive sorts and the winers will find something else to whine about unless real proof emerges, in which case they will attempt first to shout it down in the press. As such it's ongoing. It was basicly picked up by the GOP  when they put Nixon in, another of the plotters, the killing continued and will until the assassination eyewitnesses list finally has a death from natural causes. The body count has risen to over two hundred in Texas alone. The Southern strategy, I'd be worried that collapse of the Bush presidency might begin a whole new round of shootings across the south when who pipes up, but the bridge over troubled water, the effing New York Times. November 22,2007 would see the Gray Lady, the newspaper of record, of all things, weigh in with yet another new interpretation of the suddenly suspect film lending it's considerable Whitewater/Heftybag credibilty to the millionth reassertion of the absurd lone nut theory. Don't you believe it. Part of the old Eastern liberal media establishment? Haw! They're just warming up for the Hitlery death count? The return of the vast rightwing conspiracy? Surely. The whole right "wing thing" is all over Zapruder's film, wherein you watch as expert rifle marksmen maKe Jack flap his wings and do the chicken dance. That's before they set him back up like a varmint with a tap on the back of his head from behind and then blew the right side of his head out with a tampered with .22 shell from the right front for pre-fasctist photogenics. Arrah, and there's trouble here, Cherie! Massachussetts? Welcome to a truly great state of mass. Never get out of the scull. The laid back sixties on Boston commons: Like L.A. today; a town so Tim Ed Lee Leary, they called the river Charles and the bank BoB. Harvard hovered above Cambridge, MA. The Boston Strangler was an Albert D'Salvo. Yet they framed him as the Green Man of arcana. Birth home of the trancendentalist movement past the park in American philsophy, by which the nation was raised above slavery and enslaved to wages. New England was the home of parisimony as we know it over here. Their witchy glamor was truly dark and unescapable as they fanned out to fight off the European fascists who had by then joined with yellow imperialists in Nippon, and were threatening the shipping lanes, resulting in some temporary Anglophilia during the war. Bette and Jack? I couldn't find it. Bette was dirt poor and not a very ambitious sort, she had dropped out in ninth grade, and seeming had only wanted a wedding ring and a marrage license. A midge too far, any bum'll do...While Jackie Bouvier had all the desired qualities of father abandonment and no money seen in the mid-American century to which Bette never lived to see Saw. But she was always there. She was and is noir itself, the very riddle of the Black Dahlia. Why? Even a child knows there's no such thing as a black dahlia. Her place is as well defined and cut as deeply in our secret cultural history as her namesake Lizzie. Jack had his own set of parental luggage. An important subject again, with a woman president being proposed for next year. Bless her. Incidently, Brad Delp's suicide last year has gone down hard with the classic rocker set. That we're still troubled by it reason enough to watch those geezers, and if they express any suicidal ideations, get them some help.  Z230: Kennedy does the Chicken Dance. 8:05:28 AM    comment

Monday, January 21, 2008

Land O' Cal-rissian Ex-showgirl Georgia Fronteire is dead. The widow of qambler Carrol Rosenbloom, she moved the NFL Rams from Los Angeles to St. Louis, MO as punishment for the civil unplesantness in South central back in 1991. Bad negroes and hispanics who do riot and loot, then do not get'um no more Nazi football. So there! So, St. Louis is a notorious baseball town. Fort Wood Army Hospital is there. Back in '45 our hero Edwin F. Burns was seconded there for six months treatment for a psychosis brought on by the drowning of his two year old daughter by his wife, and her subsequent suicide. He got the royal treatment, a full and honorable discharge, and disability benefits and ticket back to L.A. No questions asked. As I see it, there were only two viable clues in the Black Dahlia murder; the location of the corpus delecti and it's condition. In his feverish attempt to shock the world, the killer dreamed of ultimate capture. Perhaps a wild car chase down the Speedway and a shootout at the photogenic foot of Breeze, I don't know. I do know that the savage treatment of Elizabeth Short in the Hirsh Apts. was enough of a diversion of the reality stream, so as to blow away even the most clinically minded observer. There's no cure for it. Once Ed brings you that close to Bette, you must taste and eat his of poisoned fruit, neatly halved for your First Amendment pleasure and his drunken misogynist rage. Some websites are exclusively dedicated to her physical degradation. In film she is invariably seen as a pornographic subject, much as Ed seems to have seen her. Skin flicks. It's a tough town where a single girl can get herself chopped in two by the right sort of guy, who by using an alibi, can get away with such a famous murder in such a famous place. One can never be far, far away from Hollywood. The truly global village, it's as close as you computer screen, or your favorite Star Wars CD. A very tough town. Maurice Clement? What a joke! The line, and there had to be a line, is that she was being given the fame  in death that she (you) so desperately sought (seek) in life. Did she now? The Black Dahlia has it all. Like yours a bit more on the rare side? There's a whole daisy chain of photos of the thing if you know where to look. The objectivization of Elizabeth has become something of an immoral crusade, the victim having her picture taken in mid-twentieth century L.A. having made the trip from, you guessed it, Massachusetts. The death star. The question is even an open thread at the bethshort dotcom: Why did the Elizabeth wear black all the time? The answer is, of course, because she was a witch. An easy question. There it is, Steve. Sans teets, sheets, streets and insanitation, uncivil engineering, down by the Slauson Cut-off. Maj. Matt Gordon, bless him, was the last man she'd gotten her hooks into, she must've been seen in those wings to mock him. She even put the touch on his mom. He was one of Clair Chennault's boys...A Flying Tiger, an authentic war hero. Like John Wayne. Yep, the devil himself was loose in L.A. and it was only January. Nixon was elected, HUAC was erected, and the commies were rejected by the studios, along with their masters in Russia. Noir, not nyet. Ed had roamin' hands and rushin' fingers, and she didn't like that. Jabberin' Joe McCarthy would be the next drunken Irish demgogue to arrest the public's dwindling attention spans with wild accusations involving an overarching international communist conspiracy which was not revealed to have been carved into the victim's flesh somewhere, I don't want to know where. So much for the corpus. You can stare at them pictures until your eyes fall out and you won't find a discernable clue, only red herring bone marks. Such was the nature of this particular killing, very well planned and precisely executed by an elusive character of polymath skills, but several things lead me to believe that this case could be could be cracked using a combination of high tech and a distinctly native recall. I love L.A., I grew up there.  The Pleasure Time. Cheap-o thrills, the Original Pike and the NuPike. Liquor makes people crave more booze and attention. Drunks always make the mirror maze mistakes. Numbed insensate by the brain bleach, they always overreach. They will invariably concoct some goofy grand paranoid scheme to utterly humiliate their mind oppressors, the pre-war vintage John Law's, and the squares, the script in progress, the great American novel, or some fantastic yarn about their delicate conditions and that's what will trip them up for a savvy detective. And for his opus major, heavy drinker Ed chooses to demonstrate his really remarkable knowledge of the geography of Los Angeles. He lead me on an elaborate hundred mile chase along the cardinal lines that bisect the LA basin like he'd finished Elizabeth Short, but lines I also know so very well, to finally uncover the answer to the riddle of the Black Dahlia.  Billy D. Williams 8:21:26 AM    comment

Monday, January 14, 2008

Hillary's wake Her riverrun. Passed evenly Barack, from brunt of frontrunner to the newly emotive sighs and simple veil of tears. HRC won the vital New Hampshire primay , soundly trumping Obama's victory in Iowa last week. Good for her. Gene's not on a roll, it's a hotwing streak. A ripping writer always, that Lyons. He's been sounding a grave note of an historical timbre lately. Scroll, if you but will, read you must! As I see it, Obama got pantsed into playing it too close to the vest thinking he could cherry pick his way to the nomination, but Ober-Tuesday looms and he's now faced with a life or death fight in the Nevada primary. If he loses that one, he's finished. If he wins, he'll get stiffed by media, and scoot into O/T like Eddie Murphy in 48 Hours. Tomorrow's debate should be very interesting for Hillary, who has the money and organisation to win anywhere, she should go all out to win in Nevada Saturday and that would finish much of the sound and fury of Obama for President, and hopefully end this waste of money and media attention. It's time for people get back to their real jobs. Hillary should then start to talk about the manifest evil of private capital being raised to finance the campaigns of public office seekers, and perhaps contemplate with us the insanity that has led us hither. Corruption, to my mind, is a winning issue in any election. People understand how bribery works, but they haven't time to disarm every crook, just some of the low hanging fruit. Universal healthcare? Sure, but I would be on the lookout for some dangerous side effects. I don't know what's keeping the economy afloat now, but I'm sure lots of jobs in the "bankrupt the sick sector" depend on keeping the snowball rolling. Scratch, spin, change back from your dollar. The quality of mercy is not strained...but floweth not unlike the indemnity scheme, upon rivers of cash.  Hillary Rodham Clinton 2:15:55 PM    comment

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Beyond Doubt A sixty-one year-old murder investigation presents a modern cold case investigation with it's own set of unique problems. Foremost among these are those problem caused by the investigating agency's failures, first to solve the thing, or failing that, to come up with something palateable to the concerned citizens in terms of a cover-up, and somehow losing the all physical evidence needed to ever present proof beyond a reasonable doubt. This sort of case had to have a monkeywrench in it somewhere, and turns out they are everywhere. The LAPD was completely outfoxed on the former, and the latter, which normally came to them as naturally as bag money, somehow failed to get much traction over the interviening six decades as this, one of many unsolved murders in L.A. refused to leave the public consciousness, even while all the evidence mostly disappeared from the public's possession.  Even as interest continues to expand in this case, I have presented a new cartogramatic solution which is comprised of both throughly documented and publicly available sources and yielding scientifically grounded and reproducable results. The killer had himself an airtight alibi and was on the move, the cops couldn't find him if they wanted to, and by then, they didn't want to. They had bitten on the alibi, they knew what to do now. The Johnson's had to be, first silenced, and then their story discredited.  Dark hints of abortion mills is enough to silence them. Killing their story would remain an institutional imperative within LAPD for generations...indeed, it remains policy to this day. Along with the abiding cover story that Elizabeth Short was did porn modeling and was a whore, so she probably deserved it, the dicks felt themselves in a sustainable, if not a comfortable relationship with the Black Dahlia murder. Not closed, if not unsolved. The perfect crime remains a blot on LAPD's blotter. [Enter I, stage left]. A blot that they might easily unburden themselves of, that is, if they would put somebody on the case with the brains to understand the new research and the power to close it once and for all. Failing that, at least someone more interested than the feckless Det. Carr, who seemingly is far too busy, even to answer his mail. Just the sort of cop to assign to a case the department never solved, because he knows his department knows him best. Millions of broadcast hours of police drama's have taught us of the busy lives of L.A.'s finest. They're always finding new hordes of brown and browner people to collect into the color-coded gang-banger files, changing nameshaving been the rule since the days of Esther Blodgett. Ed Burns? Please don't bother them with anymore crackpot solutions, regardless of what new evidence is available. All of it subsequent to the release of the FBI files, the National Archive's database of Army enlistments 1938-1946, and the publication last May of the Black Dahlia Cartogram and the allied work by sniggy which provides the map to the entire crime, exposing, once and for all, the planned and premeditated nature of the murder, as well as buttressing the positive identification of both of the people in the photobooth strip by both Johnson's on numerous previous occaisions, last seeing Short checking into their apartment hotel on January 12 at about noon, joining "Barnes" who had signed in as "Barnes and wife" for her earlier that day, at about 10am. But most importantly the Cartogram is a riddle, concieved in the mind presence of the killer or via some sort of cosmical comical mistake. You see: Ed was so very, very careful in choosing the place to leave the body that he either consciously or unintentionaly turned that location into the key to the entire crime as he had envisioned it, and more importantly, before he actually committed it. The much later created address on Norton would turn the trick in 2007, when because of Google maps, I was able to establish the exact global position of the layout site, something the killer had also done using one of several other means unknown. The ultrastreetwise killer Ed didn't really need more than a good street map of the city, the points line up perfectly, you just drop a ruler on it or otherwise connect the dots. sniggy woud go on to reproduce my findings by establishing the coordinates of the Hirsh and Breeze Av. to be lying upon a beeline that perfectly bisects the layout on Norton. Infallible evidence, that. I hope they haven't got to him, he's been quiet. Now, you see the Cartogram is also the plan of his final getaway: The long walk off the short beach in Venice. This is the ultra slam-bang finish to the crime he planned. If the cops could have solved the riddle in time they would be there waiting for him at the foot of Breeze Avenue when he showed up there on March 15th, but they couldn't. They didn't care, either. Something had made them stop caring about the case along about late January. It's alltogether the best solution we'll ever get; the one that counts. the one that was published in the newspapers of the time, and never retracted. The cops lied their blue serge suits off, but it was the L.A. Examiner and other Los Angeles newspapers who then told us the truth and held on to it for us. Journalism, at it's best. Those were the good old days, readers? Long before the blogs came along and then along came Jones.  Sand box 9:58:44 AM    comment

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Miles away The return of bethwatch, with more of the BDS, to the BDW is of great interest here at the BDR. Our good friend Briar stirs the pot with a loaded question to her about Tim Finnegan, "What is Jack's opinion of Tim Finnegan taking over his "solution" and claiming that HE solved it, bethwatch??" Bethwatch, caught off guard, fails to demure a question she can't answer, tap dances and finally fobs off the whole question by pronouncing him "harmless to BDS"; "I think he feels that if Finnegan is not against BDS, then he's a welcome ally, so more power to him, despite some of the many mistakes he's made. I guess it safe to say he feels Finnegan is harmless to BDS". (12/20/2007) Well, well, I think that Finnegan feels nothing if not relieved to hear that bethwatch thinks Jack regards him as an ally, which is ever his fondest hope. I am also sure that an ally would drop me a line or two pointing out some of the "many mistakes" Finnegan has made, instead of just making such an outright assertion of error in what is for both me and Finnegan, decidedly hostile territory. More power to me? That said, I take heart in observing that bethwatch is probably a decent person who wouldn't make such a claim on-line without being at least conversant in my work, and that means she's a reader. Good for her. I would like to have an exchange with these people, maybe I'll contact them at some point, though after having publicly done such a thing, one might have expected the intellectual integrity to even these things up on their own. What's the matter with kids, today? Not that it's all her fault. Our Dear Briar set her up, and let her down, hard. Tim Finnegan is just a pseud, see? Fat chance bethwatch knew that or cared. Briar might have said "Matthew Mezger" for that matter, but she might have gone for the quick google and framed a reasonably thought-out answer, as it was, she was flying blind. St. Monica leaves nothing to chance, even to the point of illegally invading my isp address server with the help of an insider pal at userland so she doesn't even leave any doubt of her cunning and prowess. Wicked, scary lady with a headache for the millenium, don't cross her way. A thorn in the side. But I digress. The new stuff from BDS Jack?  An evolving cryptic tale of flying jazzbos on a bebop and codeine coaster to the NU-Pike, where coded co-conspirators abound, the birth of the cool and the death of the black Dahlia. Why has he changed the airport from LAX to Long Beach? Not that LAX ever was correct, but at least it made some sense geographically. Long Beach Airport is an awful hump from the Black Dahlia's Hollywood/West LA environs particularly along the surface routes of the day. Yeah. That's what I want to know. Still, it was creepy. Larry must be slavering over the new nurse by now...no, wait. Larry doesn't read bethshort dotcom, Jack has read his Elroy, and I've read the whole of Finnegans Wake. It seems we now need a peace confrence, or better still, a symposium on the matter. If Jack don't come then, he's out there, and we can all lay our cards on the table, the authors can sell a few books. These guys who worked before FBI files were released can be grandfathered in on those grounds, and then everyone can apologize to me personally, and we can get down to closing this case. If Briar doesn't mind, that is. I'd ask myself, but I'm still under papal ban over there. I still don't know why. Since they bring me up all the time, this one being no exeption. And now we all know what bethwatch thinks BDS Jack thinks of Tim Finnegan, maybe not surprisingly...not all that much, 8:00:15 AM    comment