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A exclusive by Toby Rogers!


On Tuesday, October 22 2002, Richard Helms, former director of the Central Intelligence agency, died at the age of 89 of multiple melanoma.

To the end of his life, Helms tenaciously kept some of the darkest secrets of the Cold War that until now have never seen the light of day.

Helms interviewed Adolph Hitler for UPI in 1938. He was ordered, during World War II, into the Office of Strategic Services, the body that later evolved into the CIA. Helms always worked in the "Plans Department", a.k.a. covert operations. By the early fifties he was running the department. He was intimately involved with assassination attempts on Castro in Cuba and later on Kissenger’s coup ousting of Allende in Chile. He was later accused of lying and covering up to congressional investigators in the BCCI and Iran/Contra scandals.

Secrets in Washington DC are endless, but if you know the right people, you can get a clear picture of what it is really like on the inside. Over the years as a free lance journalist, I talked to many DC insiders who, under the right circumstances, spilt their guts. Its too bad Richard Helms did not spill his to somebody. But everybody, even a cartoon cut-out bad guy like Helms confesses to somebody.

Helms had many around him who today know his secrets. I have spoken to some of them. There is one reason why Helms is so cloak and dagger: according to former intelligence agents, Helms planned the Kennedy assassination.

I’m Toby Rogers, freelance reporter. I’ve been working on this Helms story for quite some time, and now that he has passed want to publish this with a few other stories that have been on my desk lately.


The US Government still pretends that Lee Harvey Oswald was the lone Shooter. Well, let it, because since Helms died some very elderly former CIA-agents are going start calling publishing houses for book deals.

Some agents already have finished books ready to go now that Helms croaked.

But why did they have to wait? Richard Helms, according to these old spooks, "planned the whole goddamn thing" that fateful day in Dallas. They had to wait for Helms to go meet his maker so that Helms could not "retaliate in any way." John Kennedy entered the White House in 1961 under some questionable circumstances. Both his and Richard Nixon’s campaign stuffed the ballot boxes in Illinois. Kennedy, the CIA felt, was a "bucking" President, meaning a President who the CIA could not ride. According to my sources, "When the CIA and the Pentagon loses control over the president watch out- cause the shit will hit the fan." Johnson did not buck, but Nixon did. Carter bucked and like Nixon had a short term as President.

Reagan bucked a little, until he was shot six weeks into his presidency, then he followed orders, Reagan did not even want George H. W Bush as his veep, and had "strong reservations about...turning over the country" to Bush.

If the bullet that entered Reagan’s chest exploded like it was designed we might have had two un-elected Bush presidencies. Just a coincidence right? And it’s just a coincidence that the Bush and Hinckleys are distant cousins, right?


While the Warren Report, the official explanation of the JFK assassination relies on magic and crumbles under scrutiny, one fact has gone unnoticed since November 22 1963:

According to former CIA veterans who were with the original (OSS), there were three pre-planned post-hit parties in Dallas at private homes of wealthy Texas Mafia the night Kennedy was capped. "You have to remember, November 22, 1963 was a Friday. All the ‘big boys’ in Oil were there along with CIA people." My old OSS agent source went to one that was held at a silver tycoon’s mansion, and saw young George H.W. Bush there. "It was all planned before the assassination, the catering, everything, the help-all planned ahead of time.

They knew it was goin’ down. I herd about it through the grapevine for over a year. I knew for sure when I was told the motorcade route was altered. I hopped in my truck with some buddies and went to Dallas to watch, I had to see it for my own eyes. It was unbelievable... and something I will never forget. But I tell you what really tore me up, was watching all those goddamn Texas crooks parting it up that night. All the big boys were there, laughing it having the time of their lives. It was like Bin Laden’s camp after 9/11. You couldn’t wipe the smiles off those assholes with blowtorch.

"It was the most sickening day of my life and is the reason why I soon got out of the CIA. I remember Bush was there, happy about the plan’s success.

"But I believe he was torn, like many others in the room. I mean think about it, the President of the United States was just murdered and here they were sipping champagne like it was New Years Eve. It was a very creepy, surreal atmosphere that still haunts me to this day."



New York Times reporter Frank Bruni is one of Gen-X’s most gifted and lucid journalists around. His stories draw readers in close to the action, and stands amongst the Times’ best. Bruni and I grew up together in the same local area and shared friends. We swam at the Scarsdale Golf Club when we were kids. There was a game we used to play called sharks and minnows-an older swimmer would wait in the middle of the pool while the younger ones would try to swim back and forth before being the tagged by the shark (last one tagged won).

Bruni is still a shark. He swam right into the Bush family circle during the 2000 campaign.

One election night 2000, Bruni sat with he Bush family and another pool of reporters at the Governor’s Mansion. They had quickly moved from the Four Season Hotel in Austin to the Governor mansion when the networks called Florida for Al Gore. In an unprecedented move the Bush family broke all election tradition and allowed TV crews to film them back at the Governor’s Mansion. Shadows, floodlights and flashbulbs danced around the Bush family as W was ending a ridiculously staged phone call with Pennsylvania Governor Tom Ridge. "Yeah..good. Call me when you hear something? Thanks." W was going to make a statement but waited for "my man Bruni" to get ready.

But to become Bush’s "man" instead of a "major-league asshole" like the Times Adam Clymer, Bruni could not get that close to the Bush family without some major self-censorship. I spoke to Frank over this summer, when he was busy getting ready to "move to Rome." His dad, Frank Bruni Sr, told me a few weeks later that the Times "moved him to Rome to cover Pope John Paul’s death and the choosing of a new pope. They give it four years, tops." "You know, ‘Frank Bruni’ is really Frank Bruni Jr. He dropped the "Jr.’ when he stated writing." His dad told me.



I wanted to ask Frank about his book "Ambling Through History"-a candid portrait of his travels with the Bush campaign-but he told me he was "off that now." Apparently the Bush White House was not too pleased at some of Bruni’s revelations.

Bruni pulled some major punches, which is not all that shocking seeing the influential power of the Times. Telling the straight truth about the Bush family would probably lead to world revolution. Bruni Sr. set the record straight. He told me what Bruni Jr. refused to tell us: "When Frank first went to Maine [in 1999] he did not do much about the Bushes, so he researched, he read all the clippings, thought Bush 41 was some kind of elitist-who looked at his watch in public settings. But he told me, ‘Dad, when he [Bush 41] came up to me in this golf cart,’ which he drove himself ‘he was the nicest guy, who really loves his kids." When Bruni had lunch with Bush family, Bruni Sr. told me- "Frank was really impressed with Jeb. He thought he was the smartest and most Presidential at the table. Frank said ‘Barbara kept jabbing and slamming the press and Bush Sr. would jump in, ‘now Bar were not going to get into that now.’ Frank said she was ‘bitter’ and ‘a real pain in the ass. ‘ " Bruni Sr. also told me his son’s impression of W, "Frank thought W ‘was nice guy, but dumb, very dumb, the mother of all idiots.’ " But Bruni told his dad who he hated most -Jeb's wife Columba Bush. "Frank really rubbed Jeb’s wife the wrong way. Frank said she was ‘a bitch- no wonder her kids are on drugs.’ She acted like she was royalty-the worst Mexican American princess ever.’" Unfortunately Bruni’s book did not deliver some of these inside perspectives. Another win for self-censorship.



"We knew this kid who’s dad was a defense strategist with pot growing out of his bed room, Its kind of weird living in DC because people have lives." -former DC Brat For children in DC, the concept of good and bad, right and wrong blur quite rapidly by high school. Although not much out of the norm for the rest the US, in DC, it can apparently get pretty out of control. One former DC brat told me, "the story of privileged decadence in the middle of DC is not just doing drugs having orgies, but about and abusing their power and privilege to get away with it."

A few DC brats have decided to come clean on growing up in the nation’s capital. Here are their stories.



In the fall of 1977, Marvin Bush, W ‘s little brother, was attending the University of Virginia. "This was the Virginia elite, old family names. And everyone was into telling each other about their family history and who’s who" said one of Marvin's fellow students.

"Marvin Bush wasn’t the center of attention like a Kennedy would be and his father wasn’t president yet. I was vaguely aware that his father was in politics. In Virginia at the time there wasn’t a coke scene accept among the sophisticated and wealthy kids like Marvin Bush and his friends." Marvin’s friends elaborated about a party one night that fall.

"A member of Marvin’s fraternity, invited us to a party. The fraternity was located on Madison Lane. We partied there for a while, but then we all left for an after-party. We drove 3 miles north up Route-29 and ended up at some house. We got there after midnight and 20 or 30 people were already inside.

There was a keg and plenty of drinking. It was not an issue back then because the legal drinking age was 18. There was a lot pot smoking too. Soon I walked into the kitchen and I saw lines of coke on the kitchen table and small crowd around it. They were being discreet about it, but then soon everyone started lining up. Marvin was hanging around the main hitters and I saw him snort a few lines. He did not act crazy and no one else did either.

It was the glory days of the coke scene." THE MISS-EDUCATION OF EDUCATION SECRETARY LAMAR ALEXANDER’ S SON Former Education Secretary for Bush 41, and current GOP’ candidate for the Senate representing Tennessee Lamar Alexander, has always been running for something over the last 8 years, but in the end always looses. While Lamar was out supervising the education of the nation, his son Drew, one DC brat told me, was burnt to the core.

"We went to Georgetown, one of the four private high schools in DC. We went to school with Lamar Alexander’s daughter Kathryn Alexander, she was one of our friends. She was a goody-goody no drinking or drugs, but her brother was messed up -a big fuck up! We went to a dead show with her and her brother approached and he was just messed up! Like a red neck on acid. He sad he wanted to ‘cross streams" while pissing- really vulgar and fucked up.

Kathryn would always complain about Lamar being a bad dad and hypocrite as education secretary because of her older brother." Lamar’s kids grew up in DC Town house and unsupervised according to others.

"Lamar was never home, always out of town. They were latch-key kids -their parents were gone all the time. We have dinner parties there and get fucked up. I took mushrooms there one time, and remember being amazed by Lamar’s clay and porcelain collection of Elephants all over the house. They were everywhere, all shapes and sizes. "


The name James Woolsey is one only true political junkies or insiders would remember, but former Clinton CIA director James Woolsey is back in spotlight thanks to W’s new "Showdown with Saddam." While Mr. Woolsey was holding the fort as DCI, his kids kept classified from him that they were some of the hardest core drug fiends in DC.

"We hung out with Woolsey’s two kids. They were very fucked up We were like totally partying and smoking joints in his back yard and everything all the time there. One time, we were smoking a joint in the back yard and, I saw like cameras in the trees and I was like ‘who’s on the other side of the camera?’, and the Woolsey kid said -with a straight face -’two guys with AK-47’s are at all times in the house’. Then it dawned on me, I’m being filmed doing drugs in the CIA director’s house and with his fucking kids!" So where do the kids of the DCI go to cop drugs? Embassies of course.

"The Woolsey kids were really into drugs and ran a high school drug cartel with another friend who was an ambassador’s son who used to deal out of the embassy. It was the Malaysian embassy. We were like ‘wow this is from Malaysia-’ were they crack down hard on drug users. But he could get away with it because he was a diplomat's son. His name was Sharif, he was a friend of ours. He was like the high school drug dealer and the son of a Malaysian ambassador. He sold everything and always had friends at the house, constantly surrounded by friends. Sharif one time claimed he found a suitcase of money; he thought it was his dad’s, We were like good friends, we hung out a lot. The embassy was like a party place, always friends in the room ordering up room-service, drinking champagne and he would always have drugs. He was the high school drug lord."




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