Monthly Archives: December 2006

Just as terminal Ford Grief is about to engulf the media — a little blast from the past:

“One was an acolyte of Charles Manson, the other a suburban mom who dabbled at the fringes of San Francisco’s counterculture and served as an FBI informant.
Both still alive and serving prison sentences, they are scarcely footnotes now. But in September 1975 — just 17 days apart — Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme and Sara Jane Moore shook the country, already rattled by Watergate and the collapse of South Vietnam, with their attempts to assassinate President Gerald R. Ford.”

Remember that? Sure you do. But I’ll bet you don’t remember the name of the gay man who stopped Sara Jane Moore — or what happened to him.

“Fromme, then 26, nicknamed for her high-pitched voice, was already known to journalists and police as a member of Manson’s “family” when she got within two feet of Ford in a Sacramento park with a .45-caliber pistol the morning of Sept. 5. A Secret Service agent wrestled the gun from the waiflike (5 feet 3, 120 pounds) assailant beforeshe could fire it.
Although Fromme, the daughter of an aeronautical engineer, was not implicated in the 1969 murders of actress Sharon Tate and six others that sent Manson and several followers to prison for life, Fromme remained a devotee. She briefly escaped in 1987 from the federal prison in Alderson, W.Va., after hearing rumors that Manson had cancer.”

“[HINKLEY]
I am
nothing
You are wind and water and sky,
Jodie.
Tell me, Jodie,
How I can earn you love.
I would swim oceans,
I would move mountains,
I would do anything for you.
What do you want me to do?

I am unworthy of your love,
Jodie, Jodie,
Let me prove worthy of you love.
Tell me how I can earn your love,
Set me free.
How can I turn your love
To me?

[FROMME]
I am nothing,
You are wind and devil and God,
Cahrlie,
Take my blood and my body
For your love.
Let me feel fire,
Let me drink poison,
Tell me to tear my heart in two,
If that’s what you want me to do…

I am unworthy of you love,
Charlie darlin’,
I have done nothing for your love.
Let me be worthy of your love,
Set me free-

[HINCKLEY]
I would come take you from you life…

[FROMME]
I would some take you from your cell…

[HINCKLEY]
You would be queen to me, not wife…

[FROMME]
I would crawl belly deep through hell…

[HINCKLEY]
Baby, I’d die for you…

[FROMME]
Baby, I’d die for you…

[HINCKLEY]
Even though-

[FROMME]
Even though-

[HINCKLEY]
I will always know:
[FROMME]
I will always know:
[HINCKLEY]
I am unworthy of
[FROMME]
I am unworthy of
[HINCKLEY]
Your love,
[FROMME]
Your love,
[HINCKLEY]
Jodie darlin’,
[FROMME]
Charlie darlin’,

[BOTH]
Let me worthy of your love.
I’ll find a way to earn your love,
Wait and see.
Then you will turn your love to me,
Your love to me…”

“Moore, then 45, was even more familiar to authorities before she pulled a .38-caliber revolver from her purse and fired a single errant shot as Ford emerged from the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco on Sept. 22.
An accountant and the mother of a 9-year-old son, Moore had volunteered to help Randolph A. Hearst with a food-giveaway program he established to help free his daughter Patricia from her kidnappers, the Symbionese Liberation Army. Moore’s work put her in touch with members of the radical left, and when the job ended, the FBI contacted her. For the next year, she passed information to the bureau.
More remarkably, Moore was in Secret Service custody the night before the shooting. She had been picked up by San Francisco police on weapons charges but was released.
Neither woman was on the Secret Service’s list of “active” security threats, and the attempts on Ford’s life spurred questions about the agency’s procedures. A Secret Service spokeswoman, citing policy, declined this week to discuss changes made in presidential protection as a result of the 1975 incidents.”

In short — A Conspiracy Theorist’s Delight!

“Within four months of their arrests, Moore and Fromme were tried, convicted and sentenced to life terms.
Moore, who also escaped for a few hours in 1979, will be 77 in February and is eligible for release in September from her low-security federal prison in Dublin, Calif., according to the U.S. Parole Commission. That could change if the commission finds further serious institutional misconduct or determines that she is likely to commit another crime.”

“MOORE
I got this really great gun-
Shit, where is it?
No, it’s really great-
Wait-

Shit, where is it?
Anyway
It’s just a .38-
But-
It’s a gun.
You can make a statement-
Wrong-
With a gun-
Even if you fail.

It tells ‘em who you are
Where you stand.
This one was on sale.
It- no not the shoe-
Well, actually the shoe was, too.

No, that’s not it-
Shit, I had it here-
Got it!

Yeah! There it is! And-

ALL
All you have to do
Is crook your little finger,
Hook your little finger ’round-

MOORE
Shit, I shot it…

OTHERS
- You can change the world.

QUARTET
Simply follow through,
And look, you little finger
Can
Slow them down
To a crawl,
Show them all,
Big and small,
It took a little finger
No time
To change the world.”

“Fromme, now 58, is at the Federal Medical Center Carswell near Fort Worth, a facility that specializes in mental health and medical care for female inmates. Because her escape occurred with stricter federal sentencing guidelines in effect, she has no current release date, a commission spokesman said yesterday.”

“Hey pal — feelin’ blue?
Don’t know what to do?
Hey pal –
I mean you–
Yeah you.
C’mere and kill a president.
No job? Cupboard bare?
One room, no one there?
Hey pal, don’t despair–
You wanna shoot a president?
C’mon and shoot a president

Some guys
Think they can’t be winners
First prize
Often goes to rank beginners
Hey kid, failed you test?
Dream girl unimpressed?
Show her you’re the best
If you can shoot a president–
You can get the prize
With the big blue eyes
Skinny little thighs
And those big blue eyes

Everybody’s
Got the right
To be happy
Don’t stay mad
Life’s not as bad
As it seems
If you keep your
goal in sight
You can climb to
Any height
Everybody’s
Got the right
To their dreams…”