JFK mine field

The course was long and like the golf course of death. No matter where I would go, I would die. The object wasn't to stay alive anymore, but to protect Jackie and the two boys.

The boys were Jackie’s nephews and were once enemies of the Kennedy's. One boy was Donald and the older boy, his brother. The truth is, I have three daughters with Ms. Monroe who became my wife (Doherty or daugherty) (Sanchez Doherty).

First, there is double bubble–Marylin Dougherty Baker next was timely fashion and Joe Chatahogue and then was our youngest, My name, senator Tracy–radio names.

I became National Security Council seat 046 and secret service 002. James Bond was the character made from Jesus jones’ real life work. Jackie was George Spencer Kennedy’s problem–my older brother. It used to be Seglinger's but became Trump–jackie Onassis Trump. Her father's name was Castiglione.

I was also her secret service man. When I looked ahead, I saw a man waiting on the clocktower two miles away. He was there for hours and was an Israeli red beret. The gun he sat near was big and black. He was certainly not alone here and accompanied my certain death. I got into the car with Ms. Jackie.

The driver didn't even smile, the secret service was everywhere but who knew how this would play out? Mossaid worked with CIA to kill JFK jr.

The assassination was overseeing many smaller acts. The sale of Jesus Jones (jfk jr’s nephew) files, which were CIA and being sold from one mafia to another. The day care center was next to a school baseball field pitchers’ mound (the grassy knoll). This was eighteen feet from the starting point.

The four men in black were CIA hitmen who carried four electrified, plastic pistols, which shoot an electrified bullet from a small, black, plastic gun,caught silver clips on the back.

The CIA hitmen hac to shoot JFK jr straight on at ground level in the liver to deliver maximum damage and pain. In front of them, JFK jr had two boys with him, which he was walking to to building next to the school and baseball field.

JFK jr and Trump boys were protected by six mafia men with suits and revolvers and worked with three or four Secret Service men and Kennedy, himself. The lifeline was Jimmy durante–first mafia man with long hair and a big nose led five other mafia who fought to protect JFK Jr and family with the secret Service men.

The CIA and FBI were in the building adjacent to the day care center. They had two CIA in white in the top floor; and four FBI below them In blue suits, which were wrinkled from shooting out the windows and shooting at the men. The CIA assembled the enemies of the Kennedy's on behalf of donald's uncle and father.

Uncle Swingers was seat 046 of NSA when he set mr Gandhi on fire and his driver shot him seven or eight times in the chest and stomach while he meditated on a pier.

After Jack Kennedy’s death in 1941, when uncle Seglinger's shot Jack Kennedy dressed as a Nazi soldier outside Russia Tulgy wood and took his medals, the CIA wanted to divide India and it's poppy fields away from India towards Vietnam.

This would also increase the value of the drug stocks (est.1933) for America, who would receive shares after jfk's presentation in 1963. He was killed, primarily for “Asylum calls” which would allow Palestinians into Israel, as well as the white out copy–jfk’s plans for immigration health care, decriminalized drug policy and the US general fund. There was also future operations 1962-1966 (all future operations are satanic).

Southern Laos, 1958 came up there. The United Nations and the Mission (language) was on my mind. The last Mission of Jesus Jones. I saw the sieks all over the sky as we parachuted into the first strategic location. Left over from a drawdown, The Korean War ended by Armistice. United Nations operations end, 1956. The sieks and I got to go, leftover from going into hot zones and shooting the old rifles. The Indian army was the greatest army in the world. Sieks are warrior class of Hindus; the ones chosen to protect each family.

As the parachutes covered the trees, leaving men all over the field, I fell between two dead trees. The wind was low and sun came out in a giant, yellow backdrop. Mr. Kennedy had khaki pants and a green, button up shirt on. His hair was freshly cut and a flat top. The boots were given to me from the Plutonium Finishing Plant, and were lined with upholstery from the Area 51 crash. The brown and tan boots looked like ordinary parachuting boots, with silver, dime-sized disks on the outsides. Temperature resistant boots, made to withstand heat or cold as the ships entered the atmosphere. They would resist blasts from kettle mines and shrapnel. But if there was any surprises he would be a lost cause without limbs like so many that were already in pieces, buried around the fields. Both the enemies and allies left so many mines buried here it was hard to tell where they came from. The United Nations had begun marching in troops and soldiers to what he, as Senator, was trying to to make the world's first ground of perfect drug policy.

When Jack (Joseph) Kennedy was a young man, he made a fortune selling alcohol that the US Government allowed him to sell tax free, contrary to the Prohibition. Ghandi, the greatest man to grace the earth wasn't shot. If he was, the British would have been torn to pieces. As they trained Ghandi to fight those even the US had never beaten–even during the Revolutionary War–as shrewdly as possible (British). He beat the government and finally protected the US. Setting himself in fire, he remarked that no government rule is good. Even those who are tyrants must notice, any bad government from home is better than a rule from a foreign good government. The US had decided to divide the continent of India to put the Golden Triangle closer to Vietnam. The poppy fields were owned by India for centuries and drug stocks, established in 1933, were to be more valuable than oil stocks. The Kennedy Family had crushed bad governments at home but couldn't destroy the Republican Party.

Jack Kennedy was a CIA man. His interests were with doing what worked from our failed US Government, Central Intelligence. World War II

almost ended with evil winning. This is why it fell on John F. Kennedy's Uncle, Reiny Lebow, Triple Seven soldier from South Africa (82nd Infantry Battalion, Aryan Knights) to protect his family and save our world. The “insane” Kennedy fought with the Germans and used a Gatling Gun. When the battlefield at Normandy emerged, the Aryans were our friends, and we fought to back them with the Israelis–who wore armbands

to separate them from those who were exterminated. D-Day plus eight brought us to our knees and the Germans sought to help us fight evil. As we landed on French shores, the Devil came walking along with his son, the Antichrist.

Many soldiers recounted the Devil's son floating

along the shoreline, accumulating energy from the men on both sides. He floated like God and shot electric bolts from his hands. The closer he got to men and the more they shot at him, the stronger he got. But it wasn't his time. As the signals became scrambled, the two sides became scrambled and began to shoot at each other. As seasoned in war as Hitler, the men shot at each other. The carnage was legendary. Both sides couldn't explain what they started fighting for

but after Jack Kennedy was shot by an American

Outside Russian Forests the Allies began looking for Nazi blood.

We were the guests of the Aryans (Nazis, with brown hair and eyes). We helped them put down Israelis Russians who wouldn't wear armbands. If they wouldn't wear them, we burned them, shot them–killed them.

He walked under the treeline to the mine field, carrying nothing that would slow him down. First, there were “kettle mines.” There wás a man on the left and right sides, entering the field. Behind the men in front were a group of twenty or so, protecting each other. The men walked into the field and stopped before the signs to stop there. Purposely, I kept walking into the explosive area.

The first blast threw me eight feet in the air, setting me into the US hot zone, not yet into the fire. The other man on point wás on my left and a group of men followed from behind. My group of men followed on right.

I walked from mine blast to mine blast. I was propelled eight feet on the air, every time, moving ahead. Finally, I approached the mine field’s eighth mine. I couldn't see any difference, but

three mines were tied together and there was a paper mache water balloon buried with it. The shrapnel blasted up and exploded into JFK’s left leg. The metal lined his mid shin to his mid femur. He sat at the end of the minefield. His men rushing up to him and a medic came up to help him check the injuries to his leg.

The Korean War drawdown was ended in 1956 when Indian Army (Siekhs), the best army in the world, parachuted into Korean Territory to stop the War with armistice. The sharpshooters from the Indian Army were carrying old rifles and in came John Kennedy with them in 1958 for the United Nations. The fighting was set to stop in 1952 but took up to 1956.

The mine fields were le

ngthy and stretched long enough to have 8 mines.