I paid the 5.95 for Saint John Hunt's Bond of Secrecy (2008) and sent Saint John a five-page email suggesting what his father did he did to protect the agency he'd served all his life.
I've always viewed the elder Hunt's “revelation/confession” as a deathbed deflection: throwing blame away from CIA.
The Hunt father-and-son vaudeville ought to be viewed in the context of Mark Lane, Plausible Denial.
Truly the younger Hunt relished his days as a Scarface-wannabe desperado, and armed with some hot dirt from Dad may have thought days of glory beckoned in the manner of Pip of Dickens' Great Expectations.
What is Eduardo saying.
It was Johnson what done the dirty deed.
And who struck John.
Why, it was a foreign devil.
Page 123 captioned “The 'chain of command' – Hand written memo by E. Howard Hunt given to Saint John Hunt."
The top box: LBJ.
The bottom box: French Gunman/Grassy Knoll.
Betwixt: Cord Myer, David Morales, Bill Harvey.
Hunt was a novelist with dozens of works in his bibliography.
In 1973 Gore Vidal published The Art and Arts of E. Howard Hunt, crediting the career spook with many creations from Diem cables to Bremer notes.
LBJ? French gunman?
In some gin joint in hell the man in the trench coat is grinning.
Down the bar at Angleton and Helms.