...JFK...my summary...here we go. As in baseball, some hitters have a natural tendency to pull the ball to a certain part of the field. It is not taught. Its part of their make up. That is where we start.
Oswald was a Marxist, delcaring his support for Castro and Cuba on the streets of New Orleans. He was interviewed shortly after he caused a disturbance while passing out pamphlets entitled "fair play for Cuba." He is in the middle of the circle. The CIA knew about Oswald long before Dallas. He went to the U.S.S.R. and started a new life during the cold war. He was "on the radar" in a big way. He made noise over there. He attempted suicide when he was initially denied a return to the u.s.a. The FBI, through their contacts with the CIA, picked up on Oswald and was on their radar. They knew he was a potential problem, they knew he was a communist in the cold war, they knew he was in new orleans proclaiming his loyalty to Castro, they knew he was precisley the kind of loose cannon that could play a key role in regime chagne. Just as a right handed hitter who pulls the ball hits to left field, the CIA and FBI, who had their own weighty reasons to want a regime change in Washington, let this outcast follow his natural tendencies, to pull the ball, to go to New Orleans, to Mexico City. They had him on the radar, the perfect patsy, to use as a "beard" if necessary, to let nature take its course.

Could Oswald actually do the act, or place himself in a position to be used-could he pull the trigger? Their investment in monitoring him paid off. He soon proved he could be placed in the circle. General Walker, a right wing extremist, who wanted Castro dead, was the intended victim of an assassin's bullet. A routine shot for any professional or qualified sniper, Oswald, the poor shot he was, as testified by his fellow soldiers in ignored deposition statements to the warren commission, proved he was ready, willing but maybe, not able. Again, the perfect patsy.

History places Oswald in the southwest. He was born in New Orleans. He was a troubled loner. History also places the president in the south, as the Texas democratic politicians needed to be reunited for the Presdiential election in 1964. The rogue elements of the intelligence agencies continue to follow him, monitor him, track him on the radar. He now has a plan. He will plan to assassinate the enemy of Castro, President Kennedy, when the perfect storm forms on November 22, 1963. He know the President is coming to Dallas. In his quest for Marxist glory and worldwide recognition, as with most deranged loners, he travels to Mexico City to arrange for transit to Cuba, then on to the Soviet Union, as a triumphant hero, after he kills the American President. The CIA monitors his actions. They know he is there, they know why. He fails to obtain his exit visas for his triumphant return to the waiting arms of his compatriots. He panics. So does the CIA. Dulles and friends, arrange for a "double" that does not look like Oswald, and parades him around to the Mexican embassies. The CIA had to have plausible deniabilty. They had to be able to say, yes, a man named oswald was here, but look at this picture, it wasn't him. They never expected FBI agents to stumble on the real oswald. They destroyed the FBI reports that placed oswald in mexico city and erased their knowledge of him being on the radar. They were unsuccessful in erasing the fake oswald photographs. This would come back to haunt them, but the knew they could eventually seal any record.

Dejected but determined, Oswald returns to Dallas. The plan continues. A psychological profile of Oswald places him in the category of the loner who the world would know. There would be no mistake that he, not someone else, killed the President, earning him a place in the history books. Thus, he intentionally leaves a trail that a first year intelligence agent could follow. He orders an Italian rifle, through the mail, with a lame alias, knowing full well that the FBI would trace the gun to him after the shooting, giving him full credit for the kill. Why else would he leave such a "cookie crumb" trail involving the potential murder weapon?

He reads the parade route and places himself on the sixth floor. By now, supported by testimony of Russian embassy officials in Mexico City who described him as nervous and jerky, he experience "approach anxiety." He knows his place in immortality depends on him hitting a moving target with a surplus world war II rifle. He panics, sweats and passes the chance for a head on shot before the Presidential limo turns down the expressway. He begins to panic as the Limo moves, with each second, further out of range for a marginal shot, which he is. Fighting the attack on his central nervous system, he squeezes off the first shot. It misses wildly, traveling over the Limo, hitting the concrete curb in front of the Limo, and careening ahead, striking the cheek of a onlooker, a used auto salesman named Tague. The first bullet is gone and accounted for, a complete miss. He then lifts his head away from the sights, reloads and has to line up the sites of the rifle with the Limo which has now traveled further out of his range. He fires a second shot. It misses the President and strikes the top of the front windshield, leaving an obvious mark. He begins to panic. He raises his head, puts it back into the rifle sights as the Limo is now traveling further toward the Trademart. To his horror, he looks in the rifle scope and sees the President out of positon, bending over, with his head toward his knees. A thought flashes through his mind. Could it be someone else is there? In full panic, he fires a third shot, missing the motorcade. He looks up and sees something "is definitely wrong." He goes into evacuation mode. He flees his barricaded perch, leaving the full shell of the fourth shot. He never fired the fourth shot. The rifle and the three shell casings and the unfired fourth bullet are recovered by Hoover's agents. He exits the building and tries to leave the area and conceal himself until he can calm down and put the pieces of the puzzle together. He now knows, and always knew, that their were footsteps behind him for quite sometime. He liked it. He wanted to be noticed. Now he wondered if he was set up. They arrest him in a nearby theater when an employee calls the police because a man didn't pay. He matches the description. A scuffle ensues. He is taken into custody. Blows are exchanged and a handgun is alleged to have been found on him. He is taken to Dallas Police H.Q. He is questioned. The documentation, notes and tapes of the most important interrogation of the twentieth century disappear. The FBI AND CIA have taken over the "progress of things."

Oswald finally figures out he will be charged for killing the President of the United States. Out of all the possible responses, Oswald makes it clear. "I'm a patsy!"