I SHOT JFK

Now that the alledge killer  of Jon Benent Ramsey is a false confessor and his DNA has not matched, I want to come forward with a real confession. I shot at JFK.

On the evening of November 21, 1963, I met with 2 Communists, 2 Fascists, 3 CIA agents,1 Cuban , 3 mobsters, 4 vegetarians and a Thespian who had been in the closet. We met in the back end of Jack Ruby's strip club.

We decided that we wanted to change the course of history. I personally liked President Kennedy

but I wanted in on the action. I was given a gun and was told to wear gloves and look like the other bystanders. I was right behind the fence on the grassy knoll and when President Kennedy

drove by but I couldn't do it, but another conspirator near me shot at him . Others were located in the sewer system, the Dal Tech building, the Dallas Book Deposit building, and over the bridge.

Most of the crowd started running toward me. I gave my gun to my accomplice, who headed for the train rails and placed the weapons in a green 1949 Ford sedan. By the time, the crowd got to me, I was already mingling with the police and others, and was quickly released.

From there, I took a bus back home. It was an overnight trip and I only had my clothes on my back and phony identification.

Lee Harvey Oswald was the fall guy. He had been told by the leader of my group that he would be a great hero. However, he was shooting blanks. There were others who really shot the president.

Ruby then killed Oswald. He was empowered by a mobster who told him that he would become a "made man". Ruby did not realize that to become a "made man" you have to be from Sicily. Ruby was Jewish.

To this day, I have felt badly about what I did.  So now I want to confess. If you are interested in my story, you should contact my agent at 1-402-555-1212. Further, I want rights to a book deal,

movie rights, talking book CD, a television documentary, and any other profit oriented endeavors.

I don't do talk shows.

I also was involved in the death of Marilyn Monroe, Robert Kennedy, and the Lindbergh baby.

Please forgive me. I do this as my final confession as I do not have long to live.

(Folks, I am so sorry. I just made this up. I wanted to be famous, but now I have changed my

mind. I did not do any of the things that I said that I did. My wife said that I should take my

medications and I did and now I see the error of my ways. However, I do want to say that my story is just as true as some of those tabloids out there. So I thought if it is interesting, maybe it could be true. Then I would get a free plane ride and somebody would take my picture. Maybe. I could give out some autographs. So now I will just have to go back to obscurity.....)