Oswald in the doorway: the blog of the Oswald Innocence Campaign, by Ralph Cinque

It's really unbelievable what this Lance Op-percut did. He drew lines in to represent the lines that were missing to suggest that if you just look at it long enough with your mind's eye, you'll see them.

On the right is what he has to make out to be "plaid". So on the left, he drew some lines in. 

Of course, he only got half-way there because it takes not just lines going across but lines going up and down. 

Here, I'll help you, Lance.

There now; isn't that special? You can have anything you want on the Street of Dreams. I can just hear Frank Sinatra singing it now:

Love laughs at a king

Kings don't mean a thing
On the street of dreams

Dreams broken in two
Can be made like new
On the street of dreams

Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Right there in a moonbeam

Poor, nobody's poor
Long as love is sure
On the street of dreams

This may be the most outrageous lie these Ops have tried to sell.

Listen up, Lance. You tell your superiors at Langley that their desperation is showing. Yes, the whole fucking lie is going down, and truth is rising as more people find out about Oswald in the doorway. There is nothing they can do to stop it. For Goodness sake, the man is wearing Oswald's shirt and t-shirt! So, why embarrass yourselves? What you did is childish. What you did is stupid. You made yourself look bad, and you made the agency look bad. 

In a word: it's HOPELESS. So give up.