“John F. Kennedy … murdered in Dallas by some hapless geek named Oswald who worked for either Castro, the mob, Jimmy Hoffa, the CIA, his dominatrix landlady or the odious, degenerate FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover. The list is long and crazy — maybe Marilyn Monroe’s
first husband fired those shots from the grassy knoll. Who knows? A
whole generation of American journalists is still embarrassed by their
failure to answer that question. JFK’s ghost will haunt the corridors of
power in America for as long as the grass is green and the rivers run
to the sea. Take my word for it, Bubba. I have heard his footsteps for
30 years and I still feel guilty about not being able to explain the
biggest news story of my lifetime to my son.”—Hunter S. Thompson