I was a doctor my whole working life, and I know very well that the upper arm is longer than the forearm. It's one more thing that makes this headless guy, on the right, standing in the Altgens doorway, a freak. And I also know that the forearms are symmetrical in length. Nobody has one long one and one short one, except this guy.
Nobody could duplicate his image. You couldn't even get close to duplicating it. It's just part of the freak world of JFK-land.
He was Billy Lovelady, and since they were turning Oswald into Lovelady, they had to get rid of him. So, they blackened out his face, and they put arms atop his head to justify his facelessness.
His short-sleeved shirt had alternating red and white vertical stripes, but the red was very faded. So, it was easy to white out his shirt.
On the left is him too, Lovelady, less than a minute later. After the shots, he and Bill Shelley joined the throng of people who swarmed the railway yard. I was not the first researcher to recognize him as Billy Lovelady. Gerda Dunkel was. That is him, and it's where he said he was at the time. So, if that's not him, then he still has to be there. But, there is no other Billy Lovelady there. So, that means he is Billy Lovelady.
And in the center is Billy Lovelady on 2/29/64 at his FBI photo-shoot in Dallas. They had him unbutton his shirt and spread it apart, so that he would look like Doorman. But, he looks nothing like Doorman. But, those are the clothes he wore on 11/22/63. And they doctored that image a lot: his hair, his ears (because he had protruding ears) and more.
Lovelady drew a little arrow on Black Hole Man to indicated himself in the Altgens photo. You can see part of Lovelady's arrow on the forearm of Black Hole Man in CE 369.
Lovelady died a rich man when he had his "heart attack" at the age of 41 in 1979, if you're buying that. One marvels at his good fortune, considering that he was working for $1.11/hour at the TSBD. But, if there was ever a case in which money didn't buy happiness, this was it. He was miserable. He knew the truth. He knew that Oswald was in the doorway because he was there himself, standing next to him. They weren't together, and they weren't friends. Oswald wasn't friends with anyone at the TSBD. He copped a ride with Frazier whenever he needed to, but they weren't friends either. It's not as though they ever did anything together apart from that.
You'd think Lovelady would have written a book: "I was the guy mistaken for Oswald". But, of course, he didn't. He couldn't even talk about it, let alone write about it. He never claimed to be the Doorway Man. He never claimed to encounter Oswald at the Dallas Police Department on 11/22. He said, under oath, that the last time he saw Oswald was at the TSBD. He never participated in any mock trials, though others, like Buell Frazier, made it into a cottage industry.
The official story of the JFK assassination is a State lie of the United States. The Soviets had many State lies. They lied about the Katyn Forrest Massacre, which was a mass killing of Poles during World War 2. For decades, the Soviets said the Nazis did it. But they, the Soviets, did it. And even Putin admitted it and went to Poland to attend a mourning for the victims. The Soviets also slaughtered the Romanov family in a basement in Ekaterina in 1918, and their lies about it didn't collapse completely until the Soviet Union collapsed in 1989.
The monstrousness of what the U.S. government did 11-22 to 11-24 1963 is staggering: killing John F. Kennedy, the father of two young children; killing Lee Harvey Oswald, also the father of two young children, and also killing Officer JD Tippitt, who was the father of several children. And that was just the beginning of their killing spree.
But, just as the Soviet lies were doomed to fall apart, the same is true of U.S. government lies. The truth is going to prevail; it's inevitable. And Oswald's presence in the doorway during the shooting of JFK is going to be at the heart of the revision.
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