Sixty years ago this November, they whacked Bad Back Jack. Well, someone did–whether you believe it was a Masonic ritual, a CIA plot, a psychosexual thrill killing, or that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone; whether the killshot came from the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository, the grassy knoll, a storm drain, or an unlucky Secret Service agent’s pistol. The Kennedy assassination was a true American nightmare on Elm Street, the Zapruder film a veritable snuff flick, and that final Technicolor burst of gore elicited a Big Fucking Scream that has rattled through the American consciousness for the past six decades.
This Thanksgiving, fix yourself a plate of midcentury meanness and join us at our table. It’s time to tell tales of bad men with good haircuts, of deep politics and dark history, of sins of the father and sins of the nation. Left wing, right wing–they’re all parts of one atrocious bird. Benjamin “Bones In His Basement” Franklin wanted our national symbol to be a turkey, and here at APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL, we’re ready to carve it up for
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