Jim Lobe

Jim Lobe served for some 30 years as the Washington DC bureau chief for Inter Press Service and is best known for his coverage of U.S. foreign policy and the influence of the neoconservative movement.

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  1. Khouri may be a little over-optimistic, but it is encouraging to see this kind of piece out there. I’d be curious about what’s making the Arabic papers.

  2. Jon wrote “Now, you may find at some future point that the country is in danger of falling apart — economic collapse, defeat in war, ecological catastrophe or some combination of all three could leave us in a situation that requires the central government to bring in the military to provide essential services, maintain order, and keep the country from splitting apart”

    Yeah, who on Earth could ever imagine those events coming to pass? Regarding Dallas, there are substantial questions that linger there.

    One intrepid reporter, who has a radio show and web site, ostensibly geared towards cars–Ed Wallace, writer for Business Week and the Ft. Worth Star Telegram (or the “Startelegram”)
    Anyway, his radio show analyses cars, Americana, international trade and business related news.

    He nailed the Oil speculation and is generally ahead of the curve, just because he vets his own information, and follows where that leads. Check his website, a great “Drudge” type site with little agenda. Old Ed doesn’t vote, taking the old journalistic line. His show is a 5 hr. car commercial on Sat. from 8-1pm. I guess since he is not worried about sponsors, and offending anyone, nor are his auto dealer sponsors worried much about politics he is free to follow his head/heart. Check out http://www.insideautomotive.com

    Anyhow, ol’ Ed has been in the car business for years and interviewed the doctors and investigators related to Kennedy. His simple claim is, figure out who killed JD Tippet, and you’ve un-locked the mystery.

    That day, people with Secret Service badges took over a little branch library in Oak Cliff, where Oswald lived, fled too after the assassination and where officer Tippet died (before the Pres. was shot, though accounts have this timing before and after) The Dallas cops who investigated said they knew what an FBI badge looked like, but no one in the DPD knew what a Secret Service badge looked like.

    Could another “CREEP” have been behind this? Kennedy just that week had set an appointment to meet Castro in Mexico. Ed, likes to point out that if the Mafia did it (alone) we would have jumped on them like a chicken on a June bug. (that’s me, Ed’s from California principally and though his voice is anachronistic isn’t Texan) He asks, what’s the one group that the US gov’t wouldn’t/couldn’t out?

    From a sniper’s perspective the School Book Depository provided a great shot. The angle, the sight lines, the distance are all doable. I don’t know/care if Oswald acted alone or if he was a patsy, or one of a team. It’s not a big issue for me, but my Grandfather was in Oak Cliff that day. My entire family lived in Dallas at the time; both halves who didn’t know each other then–though my forbears were united by fate far earlier as Winfield Scott was taken to Veracruz by Admiral Conner–the surnames of both my paternal grandfathers.

    Now that Mexican American war is a whole other realm of intrigue. Oh yeah, and the facts of the Alamo and the facts of the Waco Branch Dividian assault are remarkably similar though the narrative, for now is vastly different. If such a coup does become more evident, Waco could be seen as the first assault in a line of abuses that signaled the end of the American empire.

  3. That last riff reminds me of stuff guys used to put out after a few beers and qualuudes. Interesting, but you need to rein it in a bit.

  4. I might be partly guilty, did you see that time of posting? I was definitely letting it hang loose.

    “Quaaludes?” you’re showing you’re age. They haven’t made those in a long while.

  5. I never worry about showing my age. Five years ago, just after moving here, I told my attractive, 32-year-old next door neighbor that I had a “landmark” birthday coming up. On the day she phoned me and said, “I see the shadow of a 40th birthday hovering over your house.” Thing was, it was actually my 50th birthday.

    I ran five miles today. I have a 32-inch waist. I’m still twice as good as any two guys half my age.

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