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

It stops, right here, right now. You can take your noise about the bookcases and the position of the photos shooting other photogs and shove it the same place Joseph Backes shoves his proscenium arches. 

These are three different men who are all claimed to be the same man on 11/22/63, the first two an hour apart, and the other two at the exact same moment. The disparities are so numerous, so concrete, so primary, and so extreme that it is insane to make the claim, and you can't get past it. It stops here. 

There's three of them! And these three Loveladys and me are telling you... you know what we're telling you? It's over! The lies, the beautifully conditioned lies, are smashed. They are smashed as of now because we say so, because we say they are to be smashed. We're busting up the joint! We're tearing out all the wires! We're busting it up so good that all the state's horses and all the state's men will never put Billy Lovelady back together again. He doesn't work any more. That's a fact. You can play with your drawings and make your excuses all you like, but the ball game is over. 

And I'm not the first one to say it. A close personal friend of John F. Kennedy was. Look it up.