We have the epileptic seizure at around 12:15pm, distracting the police and making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking in to the hospital. The A team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. Now they were refurbishing the floors of the depository that week, which allowed unknown workers to enter the depository freely. They move into position quickly, just minutes before the shooting. The second man talking to the other two teams has the best overall view. The B team makes it to the lower floor of the Dal-Tex building. The third team, the C team, moves in behind the picket fence above the Grassy Knoll, where the shooter and spotter are first seen by a spectator. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat, low trajectory. Probably 2 or 3 more men are down in the crowd, ready to give the command. They’ve practiced this, now they’re ready. Kennedy’s motorcade makes its turn from Main onto Houston. They don’t shoot while he’s coming down Houston, which is the easiest shot for a single shooter. They wait for Kennedy to enter the “kill zone”. Kennedy makes his final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 mph. The shooters across Daley Plaza prepare to hear the words, “Green, green.” or “Abort, abort.” The first shot rings out. It misses the car completely. Frame 161, Kennedy stops waving as he hears something. Frame 193, the second shot hits Kennedy in the throat. You can see him putting his hands to his throat, he’s obviously been hit. The third shot hits Kennedy in the back, pulling him forward. Connally, you’ll notice, shows no signs of being hit, as he’s still visibly holding his Stetson, impossible if his wrist was shattered. Shot 4 misses Kennedy, and hits Connally in the back. He yells out, “My ***, they’re going to kill us all.” Around this time, a fifth shot kills a spectator by the tunnel. Finally, the sixth shot hits Kennedy in the head, pulling him back and to the left, impossible if shot from behind. Back and to the left, back and to the left…

I deadass read all of that

wtf

We have the epileptic seizure at around 12:15pm, distracting the police and making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking in to the hospital. The A team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. Now they were refurbishing the floors of the depository that week, which allowed unknown workers to enter the depository freely. They move into position quickly, just minutes before the shooting. The second man talking to the other two teams has the best overall view. The B team makes it to the lower floor of the Dal-Tex building. The third team, the C team, moves in behind the picket fence above the Grassy Knoll, where the shooter and spotter are first seen by a spectator. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat, low trajectory. Probably 2 or 3 more men are down in the crowd, ready to give the command. They’ve practiced this, now they’re ready. Kennedy’s motorcade makes its turn from Main onto Houston. They don’t shoot while he’s coming down Houston, which is the easiest shot for a single shooter. They wait for Kennedy to enter the “kill zone”. Kennedy makes his final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 mph. The shooters across Daley Plaza prepare to hear the words, “Green, green.” or “Abort, abort.” The first shot rings out. It misses the car completely. Frame 161, Kennedy stops waving as he hears something. Frame 193, the second shot hits Kennedy in the throat. You can see him putting his hands to his throat, he’s obviously been hit. The third shot hits Kennedy in the back, pulling him forward. Connally, you’ll notice, shows no signs of being hit, as he’s still visibly holding his Stetson, impossible if his wrist was shattered. Shot 4 misses Kennedy, and hits Connally in the back. He yells out, “My ***, they’re going to kill us all.” Around this time, a fifth shot kills a spectator by the tunnel. Finally, the sixth shot hits Kennedy in the head, pulling him back and to the left, impossible if shot from behind. Back and to the left, back and to the left…

I don't like copy pasta on my images -_-

How about copylasagna

I have found my fav temp

He still told him all his passwords though

But its still bigbrain

Sometimes you just gotta be big brain, y'know? -Jummy 2021