There is Nothing Like a Name

by Mary W Maxwell, LLB

Back in the WW2 days of “South Pacific,” the sailors recognized that there was “something there was no sub-sti-tute for.” This made for a great song, “Nothing Like a Dame.”  Oscar Hammerstein (1895-1960) won numerous Tony and Emmy awards as a lyricist. His other half (as far as the audience is concerned), Richard Rodgers, composed the music.

As you may know, I am working to help the real JFK Jr, age 64, get properly recognized. All of his “valid ID” is in the name David Quigley (“d.o.b. January 15, 1966”). There was never such a person. The United States Secret Service, or some such Insider, created a birth certificate with that name and stuck it onto a boy who was in fact John F Kennedy Jr, born November 25, 1960.

Today, John’s credit cards, driver’s license, voter registration, what-have-you, is all in the offending name (D.Q.). Thus if he were to try to erase that, he would lose those privileges. Also, he has never had a passport and now has no prospects of getting one. Presumably, the US State Dept would say “Show us your Social Security card.” He could pull that out of his pocket but it has the name Quigley. If he goes online to get his real Washington DC birth certificate as John Kennedy, he would be refused.

What a mess.  There is nothing like a name!

I know what you’re thinking.  There are a zillion Kennedy cousins and they would intervene to help. Why not?  I don’t know why not but, so far, none has lifted a finger. John thinks they are all perfectly aware. He also believes his many colleagues in Hollywood (from when he was a child actor, circa 1972) have always understood that he was “JFK, Jr, aka David Quigley, aka Richard Steele — his Hollywood stage name. I am guessing that they will come around, before long.

Meanwhile, since I like to write verses, I made up a ‘poem’ — see below. I shall attempt to buy the rights to put it to Rodgers musical score from “Nothing Like a Dame.” You can try singing it to one particular rendition of that song as appears on YouTube under the name of the late organist, George Wright.  There are others, such as one by the late pianist Ruth Donalson, but they skip certain verses, so it won’t work neatly for my lyrics. (The South Pacific clip doesn’t work either, as it is interrupted by conversation.)

If you plan to sing along (and I hope you do), the only background music that fits my lyrics is the one written for “the mighty Wurlitzer” by the George Wright (1920-1998). Get it from YouTube and change the settings to 75% playback speed, or even drag it out at 5%.  Otherwise it goes ridiculously fast. It is here:

[start on beat 8]  My name is J.F.K.,

I like to sign it with a pen.
Oops, here’s my driver’s license
And my faul-ty SS-N.
These wrongly call me “Quigley”
It’s a fifty year old prank,
And I’m greeted with “Hi David”
At my local bank.

You can see me ride my Harley at
“The Quiet Journey.TV”.
When Ms Maxwell says ‘Histor-i-an’
She’s always referring to me.
If our books were sold at checkout,
How our royalties would swell!
Who blocks publicity?
You know damn well!

[Spoken] Luckily Ms Goldman insisted on
printing my name “Kenn-e-dy” ………
On the front of our book, which is so
aptly entitled “Stolen I-den-ti-ty.”

[bang] There is nothing like a name
Nothing in the wooooorld,
What thing sweeter can one claim
Than the sound of one’s own, real name?
MK-Ultra screwed my brain….
Only bits were left in-tact….
I hardly knew my family’s name
But thank God it’s coming back.
There is abso-lute-ly nothing like
Discovering  /  who / you /  are.

[beat 6] To make a documenta-rary,
Folks came here from Colorado.
Watching scenes of me with Dad,
Took a modicum of bravado.

Such pho-tos please the oldies
So they increase my valid-ity,
And the lions’ daily blessings
Have given me liquid-ity.

There is nothing like supporters,
They always, seem to be, on fire….
I would die for my supporters
— They do anything I require.

[beat ] I don’t mind that I got beat up
Or if all my stuff got stoled,
I’m reaching out to encourage
You youngish guys to be bold.
So don’t confuse me with ‘George,’
Or with the David of old.

There ain’t a thing that’s wrong
With this old guy.
That can’t be cured
By deleting the lie,
And giving him back his
God-given, birthright naaaame.

My acquaintance with the real son of John F Kennedy has made me take notice of various crimes and cruelties to which I was heretofore oblivious. If we look only at children who ended up with a name they did not want, we know there must be a large population of such now-grown-up children.

There is also the matter of John’s not knowing the names of people around him. I have heard this from other mind-control victims. If they remember, by name, a person who has assaulted them — or whom they have accidentally seen committing a crime — they may have to have that memory deleted, perhaps by torture.

Another way to avoid memory of names, John tells me, is that he was taught mainly to call other children ‘Brother’ and ‘Sister.’ He assumes that they, similarly, did not get to know his name. My God, how do the handlers stay on top of all these protections?

During preparation of this article, I viewed several YouTube videos, most of which started with an ad. Maybe it’s a fluke but they all (today) were selling something in a way that seemed to mock the customer. Fictitious example:  “We have something that will give your dog freedom from fleas and at the same time help him spit out bones.”

Made me wonder if a significant number of citizens have been mind-controlled to buy things that most of us would be too cautious to try out. Years ago, I heard that “the handlers” advertised some of the tickets to a Barbra Streisand concert at $5,000, to make sure certain individuals were “following the cue” and would actually order such an overpriced ticket.

Hey, wait, maybe I’m obeying secret instructions, too.

Oh.

— Mary Maxwell lives in Concord, New Hampshire. Her website is www.ConstitutionAndTruth.com