Wednesday, February 25, 2015


This girl here, I don't see her waking up that morning and putting on that dress. It was quite cold actually and drizzly/rainy- a rather miserable morning. Did they know it was going to get nice later? Well, it doesn't even matter. Even if they did, they wouldn't have dressed her in anticipation of that.

So, I'm thinking she was wearing something else as the day began. So, do you think they changed her into that dainty dress to watch the motorcade? To stand on a sooty street with cars all around and to wear a pink dress like that? For the President? As though she was going to get to meet him in person? And it looks like a very summery dress to me, not one for late November. I know the day turned out to be nice, but still, it was late November. And this was Dallas, not Miami.

I don't think they would dress up a little girl that age so fancy just to watch the President drive by. I really don't. Do you think she had somewhere else to go? Like a birthday party? But, it was a Friday, and birthday parties are on the weekend. 

And look how the mother is dressed: very plainly. No dress for her. Just ordinary kick-around clothes. So, why if she wasn't getting dressed up herself to watch the President would she put such a fancy dress on her daughter? And what's with the bonnet?

That girl wasn't there. They put her into the picture. That girl was sitting somewhere. She's not being held. She is sitting. You can see it.


    You see those angles? Those are the angles of a person who is sitting, not a person who is being held. So, what the hell is she sitting on? She is not sitting on her mother's arm. First, her mother isn't strong enough to do that. And for two, she couldn't sit that way on something as unstable as an arm. She is sitting on something firm and solid. Now, if anyone doesn't like the sound of that, then there is always Hell, Joseph Backes, and proscenium arches. Go there, and he'll show you the routine. 

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