Another thing about this Robin Unger frame of Gorilla Man is that he is in the bright sunlight, and we are seeing the entire left side of his shirt. We can see what looks like the button on the bottom, and on the top, we can see the orange fabric of his shirt. I'll spell it out for you:
What that means is that his shirt is not sprawled open. From what we can tell, it's not open at all.
What this means is that there is NO CHANCE that Gorilla Man was Doorman, unless you're going to say that he decided to button up after the assassination, which no one has ever claimed. It was this difference that struck Harold Weisberg right away. When they made this phony clip with their phony Lovelady, they simply forgot to sprawl his shirt open. Why? Because their minds were on one thing and one thing only: displaying the plaid shirt, showcasing it. So, they forgot all about matching the open sprawl that was the most characteristic feature of Doorman's shirt, which wasn't even plaid. You see all the boxes on Gorilla Man's shirt? They are numerous, right? Well, I dare you to find a single one of them on Doorman's shirt.
From now, the gift from Robin Unger shall be the go-to image of Gorilla Man.
He wasn't Doorman. He wasn't Lovelady. He is Death. He is the personification of death: the death of John Kennedy, the death of Lee Harvey Oswald, and many more deaths. He looks evil, and he represents evil, the satanic evil that was the assassination of John Kennedy.