There I was with all those reporters at my beck and call, and along comes Jack Ruby to spoil it all. It was the chance of a lifetime, and poof ó it was gone just like that. To make matters worse, the assassination of Kennedy caused the strangest creatures to come crawling out of the woodwork. I had never dreamed how crazy the ideas could get! When it came to Jim Garrison, I felt like laughing because it was so absurd, but I felt like crying because he missed the whole point of what I had achieved.
I admit that Iím partly to blame for the confusion because I denied all charges. I never expected to even make it out of the Depository alive, let alone without handcuffs on, so you canít blame me for wanting to have a little fun, can you? But there was a serious side to the fun: I wanted to drag out the prosecution process, because the longer it lasted, the longer Iíd have the attention of the world for extolling the insights of Karl Marx and myself.
Anyway, Bitar presents a good summary and analysis of the key issues, showing how solving the crime is an example of his theory of knowledge. But you can forget about his theory of knowledge: with the writings of Karl Marx in hand, we donít need all that drivel about figuring out what knowledge is. What counts is justice! What counts is to give credit where credit is due! And Bitar achieves that: I get all of the credit.