Do you realize the implication of
saying that Ruby's soiled underwear were put in Bin Number N-30? Although on
this on, the N30 is crossed out and replaced with N18. This ridiculous property
invoice was done multiple times, multiple ways, and in different colors, and
with different stamps and scribblings. But, if the bins went up to letter
N, that means there had to be bins A through M. You know, like the Cat in the
Hat, with little cats O,P, Q, etc. And since the Ns went up to 30, at least, we
have to assume that all the other letters did as well. So, it means that the
Dallas PD was crawling with all these bins containing the clothes and
belongings of their detainees, and that they had to keep track of all the stuff
and return everything to their rightful owner- somehow.
And since, they were replacing
shoes, and feet come in all different sizes, it means that they must have had a
shoe room bigger than that of a major bowling alley.
"Let me guess, Jack: I bet
you're a 10 1/2 D. Am I right?"
But, the worst thing of all is
that if you're going to take a man's soiled, sweaty underwear, l hope to God
you have enough sense to put it in some kind of hamper and launder it. You
don't just put dirty underwear in a bin.
So now, we also gotta have a
big laundry there at the DPD: washers, dryers, etc.,
Now, in reality, this was just
a very stupid ruse that was thought up by a very stupid man who never thought
that 58 years later, anyone would be questioning his designation of N30 or N18
as the bin destination of Ruby's stuff. And maybe he thought it added a nice
touch to cross out the N30 and make it N18, but what about the other copies
that still say N30?
Look, they just fucked up with
the mug shot. They gave it away that it's not Jack Ruby in the famous Jackson photo.
It's somebody else: James Bookhout. And he was wearing white socks and wingtip
shoes, which Ruby did not wear.
And that of course makes the
whole thing very bloodied: bloodied for Oswald; bloodied for Ruby; and bloodied
for JFK. Who is going to defend this? How about you, Dr. John McAdams? You're a
college professor, at least, you were. You were in charge of young minds. Let's
have you defend this. And before you do, raise your right hand and repeat after
me, "I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth, so help me God."