I found these photos and I LOVE them and wanted to share them. I especially love the wedding one. I think Jackie's dress is gorgeous, it reminds me lots of my grandmothers. If anybody has more photos of their wedding and the space launch(?i think, my memory is hazy I'm sorry) please share them! I haven't seen much like them.

Obviously this is for any American who was alive and can remember what life was like while jfk was president. I’m just fascinated with jfk and the kennedy family in general. jfk is the one im fascinated with the most. The question does not stem from anything political or related to politics.

A small plane piloted by John F. Kennedy Jr. took off from Fairfield, New Jersey, at 8:38 p.m., Friday, July 16, 1999, heading toward the island of Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts. His wife, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy, and her sister, Lauren, were passengers. The plane was expected to complete the 200-mile trip about 10 p.m. but instead disappeared off the radar at 9:40 p.m.
Five days later, following a massive air and sea search, the bodies were recovered from the plane wreckage in 116 feet of water roughly 7 miles off Martha's Vineyard. The next day, following an autopsy, the cremated remains of John F. Kennedy Jr., 38, his wife Carolyn, 33, and her sister Lauren, 34, were scattered at sea from the USS Destroyer *Briscoe* with family members present, not far from where the plane had crashed.
A private memorial Mass was held in New York City for John F. Kennedy Jr. and his wife Carolyn, on Friday, July 23, a week after their deaths. About 350 family members, friends and associates, including President Bill Clinton, were in attendance. This is the eulogy delivered during the Mass by John's uncle, Senator Edward M. Kennedy.


**Thank you, President and Mrs. Clinton and Chelsea, for being here today. You've shown extraordinary kindness throughout the course of this week.**
**Once, when they asked John what he would do if he went into politics and was elected president, he said: "I guess the first thing is to call up Uncle Teddy and gloat." I loved that. It was so like his father.**
**From the first day of his life, John seemed to belong not only to our family, but to the American family. The whole world knew his name before he did.**
**A famous photograph showed John racing across the lawn as his father landed in the White House helicopter and swept up John in his arms. When my brother saw that photo, he exclaimed, "Every mother in the United States is saying, 'Isn't it wonderful to see that love between a son and his father, the way that John races to be with his father?' Little do they know -- that son would have raced right by his father to get to that helicopter."**
**But John was so much more than those long-ago images emblazoned in our minds. He was a boy who grew into a man with a zest for life and a love of adventure. He was a Pied Piper who brought us all along. He was blessed with a father and mother who never thought anything mattered more than their children.**
**When they left the White House, Jackie's soft and gentle voice and unbreakable strength of spirit guided him surely and securely to the future. He had a legacy, and he learned to treasure it. He was part of a legend, and he learned to live with it. Above all, Jackie gave him a place to be himself, to grow up, to laugh and cry, to dream and strive on his own.**
**John learned that lesson well. He had amazing grace. He accepted who he was, but he cared more about what he could and should become. He saw things that could be lost in the glare of the spotlight. And he could laugh at the absurdity of too much pomp and circumstance.**
**He loved to travel across this city by subway, bicycle and Rollerblade. He lived as if he were unrecognizable -- although he was known by everyone he encountered. He always introduced himself rather than take anything for granted. He drove his own car and flew his own plane, which is how he wanted it. He was king of his domain.**
**He thought politics should be an integral part of popular culture and that popular culture should be an integral part of politics. He transformed that belief into the creation of George. John shaped and honed a fresh, often irreverent journal. His new political magazine attracted a new generation, many of whom had never read about politics before.**
**John also brought to George a wit that was quick and sure. The premiere issue of George caused a stir with a cover photograph of Cindy Crawford dressed as George Washington with a bare belly button. The "Reliable Source" column in The Washington Post printed a mock cover of George showing not Cindy Crawford, but me, dressed as George Washington with my belly button exposed. I suggested to John that perhaps I should have been the model for the first cover of his magazine. Without missing a beat, John told me that he stood by his original editorial decision.**
**John brought this same playful wit to other aspects of his life. He campaigned for me during my 1994 election and always created a stir when he arrived in Massachusetts. Before one of his trips to Boston, John told the campaign he was bringing along a companion, but would need only one hotel room.**
**Interested but discreet, a senior campaign worker picked John up at the airport and prepared to handle any media barrage that might accompany John's arrival with his mystery companion. John landed with the companion, all right -- an enormous German shepherd dog named Sam he had just rescued from the pound.**
**He loved to talk about the expression on the campaign worker's face and the reaction of the clerk at the Charles Hotel when John and Sam checked in.**
**I think now not only of these wonderful adventures, but of the kind of person John was. He was the son who quietly gave extraordinary time and ideas to the Institute of Politics at Harvard that bears his father's name. He brought to the institute his distinctive insight that politics could have a broader appeal, that it was not just about elections, but about the larger forces that shape our whole society.**
**John was also the son who was once protected by his mother. He went on to become her pride -- and then her protector in her final days. He was the Kennedy who loved us all, but who especially cherished his sister, Caroline, celebrated her brilliance and took strength and joy from their lifelong mutual admiration society.**
**And for a thousand days, he was a husband who adored the wife who became his perfect soul mate. John's father taught us all to reach for the moon and the stars. John did that in all he did -- and he found his shining star when he married Carolyn Bessette.**
**How often our family will think of the two of them, cuddling affectionately on a boat, surrounded by family -- aunts, uncles, Caroline and Ed and their children, Rose, Tatiana, and Jack -- Kennedy cousins, Radziwill cousins, Shriver cousins, Smith cousins, Lawford cousins -- as we sailed Nantucket Sound.**
**Then we would come home -- and before dinner, on the lawn where his father had played, John would lead a spirited game of touch football. And his beautiful young wife -- the new pride of the Kennedys -- would cheer for John's team and delight her nieces and nephews with her somersaults.**
**We loved Carolyn. She and her sister, Lauren, were young, extraordinary women of high accomplishment -- and their own limitless possibilities. We mourn their loss and honor their lives. The Bessette and Freeman families will always be part of ours.**
**John was a serious man who brightened our lives with his smile and his grace. He was a son of privilege who founded a program called Reaching Up to train better caregivers for the mentally disabled.**
**He joined Wall Street executives on the Robin Hood Foundation to help the city's impoverished children. And he did it all so quietly, without ever calling attention to himself.**
**John was one of Jackie's two miracles. He was still becoming the person he would be, and doing it by the beat of his own drummer. He had only just begun. There was in him a great promise of things to come.**
**The Irish ambassador recited a poem to John's father and mother soon after John was born. I can hear it again now, at this different and difficult moment:**
**'We wish to the new child,**
**A heart that can be beguiled,**
**By a flower,**
**That the wind lifts,**
**As it passes.**
**If the storms break for him,**
**May the trees shake for him,**
**Their blossoms down.**
**In the night that he is troubled,**
**May a friend wake for him,**
**So that his time may be doubled,**
**And at the end of all loving and love**
**May the Man above,**
**Give him a crown.'**
**We thank the millions who have rained blossoms down on John's memory. He and his bride have gone to be with his mother and father, where there will never be an end to love. He was lost on that troubled night -- but we will always wake for him, so that his time, which was not doubled, but cut in half, will live forever in our memory, and in our beguiled and broken hearts.**
**We dared to think, in that other Irish phrase, that this John Kennedy would live to comb gray hair, with his beloved Carolyn by his side. But like his father, he had every gift but length of years.**
**We who have loved him from the day he was born, and watched the remarkable man he became, now bid him farewell.**
**God bless you, John and Carolyn. We love you and we always will.**

27 years ago tonight, JFK Jr.’s small plane was reported missing.

The wreckage and bodies were found 5 days later on the ocean floor.

The final episode of Ryan Murphy’s “Love Story” series touched upon how the deaths of JFK Jr., Carolyn and Lauren Bessette affected their families.

Here’s the inside story of what happened at the Kennedy compound on that tragic July weekend in 1999.

https://youtu.be/SOeVrFKRejQ?is=d5Xb-P9QycQQQ2sK

New RFK Assassination Files Reveal Many Plots to Kill Kennedy in 1968

In this excerpt from the true crime series “Who Killed Bobby Kennedy” we continue our deep dive into newly declassified documents and analyze their context.

https://youtu.be/5GlM_xIfGsA?is=UhKdwUmYMrrVOqpF

In January 2025, President Trump signed an Executive Order commanding federal agencies to release ALL files related to the assassination of Sen. Robert F. Kennedy on June 5, 1968.

The federal government kept thousands of documents about the RFK assassination from the public for nearly 60 years. Why?

I've spent much of the past year going through these newly declassified files, and in this excerpt from Ep. 14 of my true crime series "Who Killed Bobby Kennedy" I'll share some of the most interesting finds with you.

https://youtu.be/LWd4jOAWgOA?is=DixGmpRzLW8aHokG

https://medium.com/p/f60d2666c6ff?postPublishedType=initial

If you’re reading this one day, I hope you’ll read it with an open heart. I don’t expect everyone to agree with everything I believed, but I do hope you’ll understand why I spent my life searching for answers.
I’ve always felt different.
Ever since I was a little girl, I felt like I didn’t belong here. I was obsessed with Marilyn Monroe. I watched every documentary I could find, not because she was simply famous, but because something deep inside me felt connected to her story. I used to tell everyone, over and over again, “I’m going to be famous.” I was only nine years old, and somehow that feeling never left me.
As I got older, I began wondering whether the feelings I carried were connected to something much bigger than myself. I came to believe that perhaps we carry pieces of ourselves from one lifetime into another. I wondered whether the deep connection I felt to Marilyn Monroe meant something more I literally thought I was her when I was a child and when I started drinking alcohol, all of that went away. I’ve been sober for two years now from alcohol and it’s all coming back to me.
I also came to wonder recently, whether my mother had somehow carried the memories of President John F. Kennedy. I know many people will disagree with those beliefs, and I understand that. But they became part of how I tried to make sense of my life and my family’s experiences. JFK struggled with Addison’s disease, back problems and chronic pain his entire life just like my mother except JFK was a man and the president he had access to all the best medication’s. My mother was poor in poverty, still wanting all those same medication’s that JFK wanted, but she had to go through different routes of being used and abused by men in order to access them. She self medicated her entire life and was a part of the OxyContin pandemic. She had an affair with a married doctor just to get OxyContin.
One thing that always stood out to me was that my mother and President Kennedy both had Addison’s disease. They both struggled in ways much of the public never truly understood, and they both died at the age of 46. Those similarities stayed with me for years and made me ask questions that I could never stop asking. And as of yesterday I put the two together. JFK had an affair with Marilyn Monroe. JFK wanted to tell the world about the UFOs, the coverups, the aliens, and about where we come from and basically the secrets to the universe. He took Marilyn Monroe to go see the aliens at area 51 I can even remember it right now. She knew too much and she was killed as well whether they killed her or made her kill herself is unknown to me. I believe that she was struggling just like me to get help because nobody would believe her. She was struggling with the aliens and everything and being stuck in the matrix as well. Marilyn Monroe also struggled with BPD as well as I did I was diagnosed at 20. When really I was autistic slightly autistic, but not enough for people to really notice because I was too pretty. And I mastered it very well
As I’ve gotten sicker and sicker over the last few years, I’ve been having a harder time controlling my emotions as Addison’s disease is a endocrine issue. My mask has slipped and now everyone just thinks I am crazy. When really I’m dying and no one sees me or hears me. They just see a pretty girl that looks healthy and I’m not healthy. I’m dying and Doctor just make me take more and more medication’s just stay alive. I’m on three controlled substances. I’m on Adderall benzos and opiates which they pulled all of them off of me at the same time. All of my doctors denied my medication‘s this month and I told them I will die if I called turkey withdraw because I have Addison’s disease. I recorded the phone calls and they told me I couldn’t record but I did anyways my kids are going to sue them. My kids are going to sue everyone
the government is messing with me they want me to kill myself or end up in a psych ward, which I will not do. They will not control me anymore I will let my Addison’s disease take me or my internal bleeding. I will not seek help because they will not help me. They never help me there. They always try to kill me. Medically neglect me because I don’t have an advocate or a friend or family to go with me to make sure that they don’t harm me if I had somebody I would seek help, but I don’t have anybody
I’m tired of being on medication’s. I’m tired of being in this body. That’s failing me. I did everything that I could do to try to help the world and save everyone. I’m writing this as a last effort for people stop drinking alcohol and find themselves figure out who they are and with their purposes here I finally found out mine at the very end of my life. And I’m going to go out like Marilyn Monroe did I’m not gonna let the government take me. I’m gonna be at home in bed watching TV and comfortable with my cat by my side. I refuse to go to the hospital anymore by myself without an advocate or a person who loves me because they abuse me there and they try to kill me every time I go if I go, they will just kill me there and I want to just die at home.
When I was finally diagnosed with Addison’s disease myself after nearly dying, it completely changed my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother and how hard she fought before anyone realized what was wrong. I often wondered how many of her emotional struggles were actually made worse because her illness wasn’t recognized. That realization broke my heart.
I’ve always believed there is more to reality than what we can currently explain.
Throughout my life I questioned consciousness, reincarnation, God, UFOs, and whether humanity understands far less about the universe than we think we do. I believed there were mysteries still waiting to be discovered, and I never wanted people to stop asking difficult questions.
One experience especially changed me.
While staying alone at an Airbnb, I recorded something on my phone that I still struggle to explain. My camera appeared to capture details that I didn’t remember seeing with my own eyes. It was a different dimension and being came out and gave me a hug. It was crying black tears. I have it on camera. It’s distorted and grainy and blurry because it’s in a different dimension that I was recording it That experience left me questioning reality in ways I never had before. I spent countless hours trying to understand what I had experienced and what it might have meant.
Later, near the end of my life, right now I met a man who told me his name was “Mad Cow.” he came over last night so I could heal him with mushrooms. At first I thought it was just an unusual nickname. But during our conversations I felt increasingly uncomfortable. He would encourage me to talk about my beliefs, then suddenly laugh at me and tell me I sounded crazy. He refused to tell me much about himself, and when I asked simple questions about his life, he became defensive.
Because of how that encounter unfolded, I started wondering whether he might somehow be connected to the government, and as I lay here dying, I think about his name Mad Cow, the government pandemic, Mad Cow disease…I don’t know whether that belief was true, and I can’t prove it. It was simply what I genuinely believed at the moment last night on my experiences and how the situation felt to me.
At one point he got on top of me and frightened me. I told him that if he wasn’t going to kill me and finally end my suffering on this fucking three-dimensional planet, then he needed to get off me. After he left, I developed severe abdominal pain I feel like I am internally bleeding. I don’t know exactly why that happened, but it became one of the experiences that stayed with me and shaped how I understood this period of my life. riggt now...
People often thought I was strange.
Maybe I was.
I talked about aliens constantly. I questioned everything. I wondered whether consciousness survives death and whether we are capable of becoming something greater than we are today. Those questions became part of who I was.
I also struggled with the ways people cope with pain in this world. I saw how things like alcohol, unhealthy relationships, and certain medications could sometimes leave people feeling more disconnected from themselves instead of truly healed. I believed that many people were searching for relief but not always finding what truly helped them feel awake and whole. At the same time, I also believed that there are many paths to healing, and that each person has to find what genuinely supports their well-being in a safe and healthy way.
I believed that moments of deep reflection, connection, and expanded awareness could help people better understand themselves and the world around them. Those experiences, in whatever form they safely and responsibly take, felt meaningful to me and helped shape how I saw life.
I also believed that one day humanity might better understand dimensions, consciousness, and mysteries that today seem impossible. Whether I was right or wrong, I hope people never stop being curious enough to explore those questions.
More than anything, I wanted to heal people.
I kept trying to help broken people because I believed that if enough people healed, the world itself could heal. and we can finally break out of the matrix of this three dimensional state that they want to keep us trapped in. We need to be four dimensional so we can travel through time and space and they’ll never be able to control us. Y’all need to crack your code. I cracked mine and now everybody else is up to them to crack their code or the entire system. Somebody out there is gonna crack the entire system ....Sit’s all a system guys. It’s not real. This world isn’t real. It’s a simulation. I saw something through my camera that was real...sometimes that hope of healing people so they could truly see left me hurt. Sometimes it left me lonely. But I never stopped believing that kindness and compassion matter. At the end, I was convinced that I was supposed to help the broken men in the strip club heal because they all were so disgusting and mushrooms told me that man will be the extinction of this planet because they cannot control their sexual urges they’re dangerous, violence, tendencies, and their
urge for power and destruction. Woman will not be the distraction. Man will be the destruction of this planet. If you ever want to understand the kinds of ideas that fascinated me, I hope you’ll watch The Why Files on YouTube. I loved how it explored unsolved mysteries, historical questions, and unusual ideas while encouraging people to think for themselves. Whether you agree with every episode or not, it reflects the curiosity that stayed with me throughout the last part of my life and finding myself over the last few months and having all these memories from March to now March is when I saw the portal open in the closet and ever since then I’ve been having so many memories flood back to me that feel like mine, but they also feel like they’re not at the same time
but I do know it’s real and it feels real or than everything feels real than anything on this planet could ever teach me the only thing I learned through anyone was through the thing that came through the wall in the Airbnb taught me the secret of everything it taught me who I am. It said that I needed to remember on my own and it made question reality, and everything around me until I found the truth and what I believe is the truth and the full truth
I don’t need you to believe everything I believed.
I simply hope you understand why I searched so hard.
Please don’t remember me only for my struggles.
Remember that I loved deeply.
Remember that I cared about people.
Remember that I never stopped asking questions.
And above all else, remember this:
You were always the greatest love of my life.
Nothing—not illness, not hardship, not misunderstanding, and not even death—could ever change that.
Love forever Rachelle Nicole Maurer 9/27/88
loving mother and healer of mankind and godess of fertility 6/05/26

I’d love to know what the plans beyond series 1 are. Will it be a recast (like The Crown), will it be filmed relatively soon after series 1 airs (or has series 2 already been commissioned)

RFK Jr.’s voice disorder is again popular on X.

From what I have noticed his sisters Courtney, Kerry, and Rory, and his brother Douglas, have similar voice problems. Some sound almost exactly like him, while others have a milder version. It is certainly genetic.

I don’t think other Kennedy cousins have it. Caroline and John don’t have this problem. Many people say it came from Rose Kennedy, but I don’t think she had the same kind of voice disorder.

I recently listened to the podcast Dead Certain: The Martha Moxley Murder. Stephen Skakel the brother of infamous Michael Skakel was speaking. His voice sounded identical to RFK Jr.’s. He surely has spasmodic dysphonia.

This condition is very rare. I think it’s unlikely that both the Kennedy family and the Skakel family had it by chance. I thibk it comes solely from the Skakel family, not the Kennedy family. Perhaps more Skakels sounds like this . So it is not a Kennedy disorder. Certainly not from flu shots or heroine. It is like they can’t accept their DNA has major flaws.

https://podcasts.apple.com/tr/podcast/dead-certain-the-martha-moxley-murder/id1848929263?l=tr&i=1000736243412. Episode 2, starting at 50:10

i wonder if he would like a good realism drawing, would he widen his eyes or would he awkwardly chuckle. Or if he would like a good political comic..

check out the jfk wall!’

Robert F. Kennedy Debates Eugene McCarthy after the California Democratic Primary