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

Some of those clearly aren't crewcuts, Lamson; they are stretching the term. 

And don't try to defend this grotesque picture. What's the red on his neck? Sunburn? Oh, I'm sure you've got an explanation, and no doubt, it's a doozey.




Lamson, YOU, as in Y-O-U, never, down thru the years, said that Doorman had a crewcut.

 

So now, after all these years, and for you probably decades, you're saying:

"Oh yeah, come to think of it, that is a crewcut on Doorman. I can see that."

There's a word for people like that: chitheads.

But now, you've got to claim that every single one of those Loveladys has a crewcut because they're all supposed to be Lovelady.



How many fake Loveladys do you think you're entitled to? I'll give you a hint. It's a nice round number; a very round number.

And what about the fact that Lovelady was asked a very unambiguous and straightforward question: When was the last time you saw Oswald? And he said at 11:50 when they broke for lunch. He said nothing about any close encounter at the PD in the midst of a media spectacle. 

And remember: Lovelady had been at the Depository, guarding the elevator and showing police the 6th floor, but there is no reason to think that he was given any consciousness about Oswald being the assassin. Whatever police were thinking, they weren't sharing it with him. And then he gets to the police station, and suddenly they are leading Oswald by in cuffs? Oswald? This guy he works with who was super-quiet, super low-key, who always looked like in a contest between Man and Mouse, he would come in second? And now this? Imagine the jolt. Imagine the shock. And he's going to forget about it?

This tape of Lovelady talking is a problem for you, Lamson. It just drove a hole through your boat as wide as the fattest lens you've got. Don't waste your time baling. It's time to abandon ship.