thehylianbatman asked:

Got any facts about 10-Dollar-Bill-Man, AKA Alexander Hamilton?

Alexander Hamilton is not on the 10 Dollar Bill. He’s supposed to be but on the day he was to sit for his portrait, he was needed at the capitol, so he sent a stand-in. There are conflicting reports as to who the stand in was.

Washington Irving reports that the stand-in was none other than Aaron Burr, who would go on to kill Alexander Hamilton in a duel over the ownership of a sheep named Bessie-May, who rumors of the time claimed was the lover of one man and the dinner of the other.

David Icke claimed that the stand-in was Adam Weishaupt, head of the Illuminati and true ruler of the nation. Weishaupt does indeed resemble the portrait, but historians consider his presence unlikely, as he was known to be in Germany at the time, devising a plan to end all religion and government.

Giorgio A. Tsoukalos finally claims that the stand-in was an alien named Lorp from a planet orbiting Sirius-B. According to Tsoukalos, Lorp was visiting Earth on a work visa from the Lord Regent of Betegeuse. Under this work visa, Lorp was to pose as Alexander Hamilton in order to influence the United States to eventually form a space program that would introduce them to the Galactic Übersenate of Omicron Persei 8. This plan was finally foiled by Zarkon L. Morzgarg, who assassinated the president while posing in the form of a grassy knoll, which is more or less what Zarkonians look like anyway.

Here is President Zarkon H. Needlebrain of the Zarkonian Congress:

So as you see, a Zarkonian could easily have posed as a grassy knoll, and I am absolutely not to blame for stepping on Zarkon C. Jessup on her visit to Earth because I mean look at them, they look like grassy hills, and I’ll be damned if I get blamed for starting an interstellar war for walking on one near the saucer.

And that’s all you need to know about Alexander Hamilton.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think so many people believe JFK conspiracies?

We don’t want to believe that a 24-year-old kid with a rifle can kill our President just because he wanted to. We want history to be more complicated, more incomprehensible than it actually is. But it isn’t. History is just our story and anyone can alter it. 

Today, we pay tribute to a group of people who altered it positively – and what that small group did to form the Declaration of Independence seems far more unfathomable to me than a bad person with a gun killing someone unnecessarily – probably because we see that happening in our cities everyday.

“I Should Have Kept the Blood On.”

“Then Jack turned back, so neatly; his last expression was so neat; he had his hand out, I could see a piece of his skull coming off; it was flesh colored not white—he was holding out his hand—and I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head; then he slumped in my lap…

All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him saying `Jack, Jack can you hear me, I love you Jack.’ I kept holding the top of his head down trying to keep the…that long ride to the hospital…these big Texan interns kept saying `Mrs. Kennedy you come with us,’ they wanted to take me away from him. Dave Powers came running to me, my legs my hands were covered with his brains… 

“From here down" [here Mrs. Kennedy made a gesture about the level of the forehead above the eyes] “his head was so beautiful. I’d tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in…I knew he was dead… "They came trying to get me; they tried to grab me; but I said I’m not leaving. When they carried Jack in, Clint Hill threw his coat over Jack’s head, and I held his head to throw the coat over it. It wasn’t repulsive to me for one moment–nothing was repulsive to me

They kept trying to get a priest…there was a sheet over Jack, his foot was sticking out of the sheet, whiter than the sheet… I took his foot and kissed it. Then I pulled back the sheet. His mouth was so beautiful, his eyes were open. They found his hand under the sheet, and I held his hand all the time the priest was saying extreme unction. 

You know when he was shot. He had such a wonderful expression on his face. You know that wonderful expression he had when they’d ask him a question about one of the ten million gadgets they have in a rocket; just before he’s answer; he looked puzzled; and then he slumped forward.

I saw them put him in a coffin…he was naked…I guess they just put his little body in… I said, you just go to get me in there alone before they close that coffin… By this time my gloves had stiffened with his blood.  I’d pulled off my gloves…and the ring was all blood stained…So I put the ring on” (Jack’s finger) “and it just went down to here” (she points to her finger joint)…“ and then I kissed his hand.

Everytime we got off the plane that day, three times they gave me the yellow roses of Texas. But in Dallas they gave me red roses. I thought how funny, red roses–so all the seat was full of blood and red roses.

When something is written down, does that make it history? The things they say? But Jack loved history so. History made him what he was…this lonely sick boy. History…, everybody kept saying to me to put a cold towel around my head. Later, I saw myself in the mirror; my whole face spattered with blood and hair…I wiped it off with Kleenex. History. I thought no one really wants me there… Then one second later I thought, why did I wash the blood off? I should have left it there, let them see what they’ve done… If I’d just had blood and caked hair when [they took pictures of the LBJ swearing in]. Then later I said to Bobby “what’s the line between histrionics and drama?” 

I should have kept the blood on.”

—Jaqueline Kennedy, November 29, 1963