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Former RogueMoney guest and pro-Trump master political strategist Roger J. Stone speaking last year in Dallas at a symposium on the anniversary of the JFK assassination – JWS
Thanks to the translation work of Stanford Russian studies MA Mark Hackard for his site Espionage Archive, we have the professional opinion of Soviet Army and KGB trained pistol and rifle marksman Nikolai Sergeyevich Leonov, who insists the Oswald he saw in Mexico City (who like any other American or foreign visitor to the Soviet Embassy was logged by the 24/7 surveillance the CIA maintained around the USSR’s diplomatic/intelligence station) was a nervous wreck incapable of accurately firing a pistol much less using the old Italian WW2 surplus rifle that the Warren Commission concluded killed JFK with three expertly timed shots. That Oswald’s mental health or lack thereof may have had a great deal to do with his ‘double life’ as a CIA asset who got in over his head as a fake Communist and provocateur has been the contention of many JFK researchers for years if not decades.
How exactly such a Communist agent was permitted to return to the U.S. unprosecuted after boasting of switching allegiance and transferring military secrets to the USSR, is a question conventional ‘case closed’ historians of the Kennedy assassination like Edward Jay Epstein have never answered. Nor have they explained how Oswald continued to slip through the cracks of the Dallas Police department after publically bragging about how he took a shot at the fiercely anti-Communist retired Gen. Edwin Walker, unless his boasting was simply not taken seriously or was part of a larger plot in which Oswald was playing his role.
Here from the Espionage Archive is the extended quote from Leonov, with his recollections of Oswald:
“Among the many visitors to the embassy from among Americans, there were also people who would later become widely well-known. Once on a Sunday in the autumn of 1963, several weeks before the assassination of John F. Kennedy, I was playing volleyball with my colleagues at the [Soviet] embassy’s athletic field [in Mexico City]. Suddenly a somewhat agitated duty officer appeared and began to ask me to receive an American visitor and speak with him. Swearing under my breath, I ran over in my track suit, hoping that I could get off with a request for him to come on a workday.
Entering the reception room for foreigners, I saw a young man with an unusually pale face. A revolver lay on the table, its cylinder loaded with bullets. I s[t]ay nearby and asked him how I could be of assistance. The young man said his name was Lee Oswald, that he was an American, and that he was currently under constant surveillance and wanted to return immediately to the USSR, where he had earlier lived and worked in Minsk [Belarussian SSR], and be delivered from the constant fear for his life and for the fate of his family.
The question of restoring citizenship was extremely complicated. One had to write a well-founded request to the USSR Supreme Council Presidium and then wait without any great hope for a long time. And if a positive decision came, then bureaucratic red tape would a lot of time. With the softest, most calming tone I could use, I informed our unusual visitor of this. He began to write a request, but his hands were trembling strongly. Suddenly he set the pen aside and firmly stated:
”I’ll shoot them all today. In the hotel everyone is following me: the manager, the maid, the doorman…”
[Oswald’s] eyes shone feverishly, and his voice became unsteady. Images and scenes unknown to me had obviously set upon him. It was clear that behind the table sat a man with an overstimulated nervous system that was on the verge of breakdown. There was no purpose to speaking with a person who was in such a state. We had only to calm Lee Oswald down as much as possible, try to convince him not to do anything that could hinder a positive resolution to his question of restoring USSR citizenship, and accompany him out of the embassy. I let the embassy consular department know of what had occurred…
When some time later I learned that namely Lee Oswald was accused of assassinating US President John Kennedy, I saw on television the moment of his murder in a Dallas jail. It was a murder camouflaged as a random assassination, and it became clear to me that he was an obvious scapegoat. Never could a man with such a shaken nervous system, whose fingers couldn’t steadily hold a pen, calculatingly and in cold blood produce the fatal shots accurately from long distance.