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

bpete is at it again, communicating with his pink friend and saying that it's me.

The writer spelled "cozy" as "cosy". 

Now, that is weird, as spelling errors go because the word is, literally and phonetically: "co-zee". I mean, you're actually saying the letter "z" every time you say the word. It's just the letter "z" with a "co" in front of it. 

And yet, bpete really thinks that I, Ralph Cinque, would spell "cozy" as "cosy"? That's "co-see"? 

Tell us: do you write back to him? Apparently, you don't because if you did, surely you would publish your replies. 

You choose not to email this guy. Right?

So, why is it so hard for you to believe that I haven't emailed you? I have told you that I haven't. I have told you a zillion times that I haven't. 

I don't like you. I despise you. So, why would I write to you when anything I want to say to you I can say right here? 

But, as promised, we are going to take another look at bpete and his pink friend, the one who is writing to him, pretending to be me:

If you don't recognize that lyric, it's from a song released in 1937 by George and Ira Gershwin, Let's Call The Whole Thing Off.  And look, bpete even has the raven feather to harass with:

The gates are kept locked 24/7 now, bpete, so don't even think about trying it again. 

bpete didn't care for my comparing Oswald to Auschwitz victims. 

Granted, it was an exaggerated metaphor, but the point was: Oswald was thin.

  

He certainly wasn't this fat guy in the unsourced clip of Prayer Man.

Look at the GIRTH on him. Even a 6th grader could tell you that he couldn't be Oswald.

And ultimately, what does the whole claim of him being Oswald come down to? It comes down to this:

That's the kind of photo-analytical work that you respect, that you consider valid, that you consider conclusive, eh bpete?

The guy is a better match to Jack Ruby.

But, this isn't really about any of that, is it? This is all about making noise, sending up a smoke screen, a diversion, a distraction. You might even call it a confusing metaphor. 

And why would you, of all people, give this the slightest nod of approval when you've said repeatedly that Oswald "locked and loaded" on the 6th floor? 

Why would you be attracted to Oswald in the doorway as Prayer Man if you're repulsed by Oswald in the doorway as Doorman?

It's because you are an Op, a fucking Op. And being an Op, you're going to support your Op friends in their tactic. It's different from yours, but as long as it's anti-Cinque, it's all good.

And that's why you give your tacit approval to this ridiculous claim. 

You notice that James Norwood hasn't been joining the Prayer Man Revival. As much as I am appalled by what he's done, I guess he has some limits. But, it's not true of you and your kind. You don't have limits, and neither do the people giving you orders. And I dwell on the full implications of that every day.