Date: Mon, Nov 23, 2015 at 8:45 AM
Subject: Re:
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CIA,
Gianelli is clearly an agent provocateur and amateur operative and infiltrator. He thinks Cohen's own statements about his participation in MKULTRA are ridiculous and is farcically attempting to blame this on Ann Diamond. Cohen personally told me, and others, that he participated in this program. Gianelli's attempting to spin this situation for his client. And, I absolutely believe he is an unofficial member of Cohen's legal team and affiliated with the Spector prosecution. He argues Spector prosecution theories online and has (and continues to) attempted to infiltrate many matters. That's his role. Now, this Criminal has advised me that even if he did infiltrate my Tax Court evidence blog, and destroy evidence, he uses Tor and this could never be proven. Gianelli is a professional criminal and ambulance chaser.
Which version of Cohen's stories about Bay of Pigs does CIA believe? See a few examples below. It's right up there with Cohen's three versions of his good rock 'n roll gun story about Phil Spector before LA Superior Court. It's also right up there with his lawsuit and fraudulent allegations that are totally undermined by his own testimony that I never stole from him and we were in a purely business relationship. Leonard Cohen is a chronic liar and thief. He has now stolen from me, Machat & Machat, and Phil Spector (according to Machat).
The Criminal Gianelli has once again been advised to cease and desist. This Criminal routinely lies to IRS, FBI, DOJ, and many others. He is obviously on someone's payroll.
Kelley
Bay of Pigs – Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen and the Bay of Pigs
The story of a young Cohen in Cuba. Read this story in Somersault’s free pdf issue!
By Evan Fleischer (Evan Fleischer lives in Boston, Massachusetts. When he isn’t editing Somersault Magazine, he is a writer-at-large.)
On one side, 1,400 American paratroopers tried to invade Cuba in April of 1961. On another side, Cuba repelled the invasion. And on the third side — the underappreciated side — a 27 year old Canadian by the name of Leonard Cohen was certainly doing something, though the nailed down quality of what it actually was seems to be up in the air.
In one telling, Cohen went to Cuba because he was “fighting on both sides.” In another, he went because of “a deep interest in violence. I was very interested in what it really meant for a man to to carry arms and to kill other men — and how attracted I was exactly to that process.” And in the the third, he went, he got drunk (on rum, Cuba libre, or mojitos, quien sabe; déjame en paz y me deja escribir), spent his time with late night movie operators and hookers, was woken up by an official from the Canadian embassy, taken to said embassy, and politely and firmly informed that his mother was worried about him.
Of the latter — Cuban militants tried to bomb the airport, the press of which overplayed the danger of the reality, thereby attracting his mother’s attention — Cohen said that he felt feisty when he’d been woken by the embassy official, like Upton Sinclair. “I was on an important mission!”
Cohen’s first album is four years off at this time. Let us cheat with the Oujia Board you and I both share and re-introduce the names of AM Klein, FR Scott, Irving Layton, and Lorca, Lorca, Federico Garcia Lorca (a marble-like polaris Cohen enjoyed to roll with others in his hand like worry beads, like prayer beads, like an oddly shaped coin he keeps in his pocket because it makes him smile) to the equation — and when he’s there, he’s in khaki shorts, lets his beard to stubble length, and returns to his old habits of staying up ‘til three in the morning.
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
Come the Havana evening, Leonard — in the words of one biographer — joined “the pimps, hookers, gamblers, small-time criminals, and black marketers … roamed the urban slums of Jesus del Monte to the swank waterfront suburbs of Miramar.
There’s also this.
Ira Nadel — the biographer quoted above — explains: “Wearing his khakis and carrying a hunting knife, he was suddenly surrounded by twelve soldiers with Czech submachine guns. It was late at night and they thought he was the first of an American landing team. They marched him to the local police station while he repeated the only Spanish he knew, a slogan of Castro’s: Amistad del pueblo, ‘Friendship of the People.’ This made no impression on his captors, but after an hour and a half of interrogation, Cohen convinced them he was not a spy buy a fan of the regime who wanted to be there.”
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
He convinced them he was an innocent man. They brought out rum and bequeathed him a necklace of shells and bullets. The next morning, he was driven back to Havana. It’s there this picture was taken. It’s there he runs into American communists. It’s there he’s called a bourgeois individualist.
Anti-aircraft fire fills the night. A platoon runs down the street and crouches behind the statue of an iron lion. “Hopelessly Hollywood,” Cohen later wrote.
The next morning he shaved and put on a seersucker suit and wrote a letter to Jack McClelland, a Canadian publisher. “Just think how well the book would sell if I’m hit in an air-raid. What great publicity! Don’t tell me you haven’t been considering it.”
Cohen was temporarily detained, and — given that — tried to leave the country. When he did, he discovered a red line drawn through his name on a clipboard at the airport and was directed to a security room, at which point the picture of him with the militants was discovered. They put him under a guard, a fourteen year old with a rifle, a fourteen year old with whom he then tried to have an argument, which went nowhere. A scuffle broke out somewhere in the airport. The teenage guard ran off to assist. Cohen was left alone.
Cohen looked around, repacked his bag, got back in line, and boarded. No one asked for his ticket.
A poem to mark the occasion comes quickly, blithely and fearsomely announcing in “the only tourist in Havana turns his thoughts homewards” —
