Lincoln had led America through a bitter war in which our commitment to the traditions of Jerusalem, Athens and Rome were amended only on grounds of sovereignty by our own American public. Although his murder led to struggles with the robber barons over child labor and with hardened segregationists that have been endlessly draining, I lived through the end of the Eisenhower era when it would have not been possible to imagine that the murder of Kennedy would not only end his rule but also end the desire of America to have knowledgable and learned leadership entire. Certainly it is a tragedy to lose a teacher but that couldn’t, in that exciting time of rising to challenge, be considered grounds for the fear that such a murder would kill the desire to learn, much less that a tyranny from the depraved quarters of the truly deranged margins, where bitter fury and poachers gnash, the likes of Warhol would drain America, seemingly with ease, of sanity. In this sense the future wrought by the murders of Lincoln and Kennedy is seen in the hardened syphilis of Robert Anton Wilson and Penis Gabriel at Dialectical UW in Seattle. The Court of the Crimson Trump, ah ah ah, as Michael Reagan barks and chews the carpet, howling for his favorite scene some more. Such was the inevitable future in trusting the Axis. It is going to take power and wisdom greater than the Kennedys to put a stop to the Beatles.