by Joseph P. Farrell, Giza Death Star:
Last week, June 5, was the sad anniversary of the assassination of U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy in 1968 at the Ambassador Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. As with the assassination of his brother, I watched it happen. I was visiting my youngest sister,k and she was awake nursing one of her sons, while I was up late helping her tend to the others. Then the announcement came on TV that he had been shot, and then they played his last address to his supporters packed into the ballroom of the hotel. I was eleven years old, but I remember the feeling, because like many boys my age, with the age of eighteen fast approaching, and no end in sight to Mr. Johnson’s war in Vietnam, I was hoping, like many others my age, that Mr. Kennedy would win. He and Senator Eugene McCarthy of Minnesota were running on an anti-war fix-American-first platform. Johnson’s Vice President, Hubert Humphrey, and his Republican opponent, Richard Nixon, represented “more of the same” behind all their rhetoric.