Today is the 49th anniversary of the murder of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the last President of the USA.
It is also Thanksgiving Day.
We are reminded of what was monstrously ripped asunder 49 years ago. President Kennedy was deprived of half of his existence, as was his children and wife, and brothers. He would be 95 now, and might be alive as his mother lived to 104.
The USA and the world had taken from us the Peace President; the one who cared about human beings and who was not an agent of the evil secret societies and intel agencies—whose goal of Quarantine Escape likely entails the extermination of all mankind.
November 5th was also the 11th anniversary of the assassination of Bill Cooper, who had made it his life’s mission to tell the people of the USA and the world that SS driver Greer killed Kennedy.
So some of us who have paid a terrible price for also speaking crucial truths and suffer immensely, and may have little to be thankful for, except perhaps that one such as this was among us all too briefly.