For instance, I could tell you that George Hunter White
of the CIA
killed the first Secretary of Defense
James Forrestal
and I might be right.
Or I might be wrong.
Because the method was the same as for Dr. Frank Olson.
THrown from a high window.
Ruled a suicide.
Think about that for a second…
What kind of precedent would that set?
That the first SecDef was whacked.
They say Hobe Sound, but do they mean Jupiter Island?
This will all sound incredibly boring if you don’t know about Frank Olson.
Fort Detrick.
Slipped some acid.
Not very nice. To experiment on a government employee. And a medical doctor (to boot).
It is the ridiculous dance of death.
Staggering, staggering, walking like an Egyptian.
Boots and coke.
We don’t remember the label.
We just remember the Boni & Liveright colophon.
Propaganda.
Sophocles, tragedian. Bernays. Pure evil.
That’s the big question of Twin Peaks as season two kicks off.
Does evil exist?
Science doesn’t allow such.
But if anyone can convince us, it’s David Lynch.
Never a more awkward television episode than this.
A hulking oddity.
Beautiful!
As Ajax sits in the diner eating a piece of huckleberry pie.
Particularly fresh. And particularly… That’s classified.
Takes a long time to die from such a wound.
Dr. No says just a stupid cop.
With the stolen painting.
Hank Worden destroys television.
Turned on its head.
The most beautiful destruction.
Of the shallowest medium.
Montana. Stanford. White hair.
J. Geils?
And then Boban Marjanović makes his appearance.
Bohemian Club Moloch David Gergen.
Diane…
I would like to make love to a beautiful woman.
For whom I feel genuine tenderness.
tendresse
THe most longwinded rephrasing of “I am Spartacus” in the history of OSINT.
He was chopping wood INSIDE?
Wait a minute…
He was chopping wood INSIDE??
Miguel Ferrer is priceless 🙂
He is the dialectic.
A show having a conversation with itself.
Predicting the incredulous urban take on yokel homespun rerun.
Mask of Ivan IV’s comrade.
Dancing to await the unfolding of a plot.
Coy joy.
Spider bite at Paranormal Activity.
Slow news day?
Mairzy Doats comin’ thro’ the rye.
Tells Samuel Beckett to leave it in. The interjection. [offstage]
Same hair. And Warhol.
The evil is grease.
And Donna’s all Double Indemnity.
Exploding genres à la James Monaco à la François Truffaut.
As bathetic as Wayne’s World.
Genre explodes.
And no author.
Just Army of God (thanks to FBI curation).
Curare cure air. Volare. Hugh Laurie?
Silence of the Lambs got in a little late with Buffalo Bill.
But right on the heels of BOB.
And the psyop B.o.B.
Felt good to burn.
But most touching is Mendelssohn.
SS.
Camera bobbing up and down like ROman Polanski’s buoy.
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Carol Reed would have been ruined with such attendance.
But still the theme.
The credits are worse.
No late-period Godard waterfall slow-motion on Boyle and Fenn names.
The most terrifying moment in U.S. television history.
-PD
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