Thursday, April 23, 2015


John Warnock Hinckley, Jr. (born May 29, 1955), attempted to assassinate U.S. President Ronald Reagan in Washington, D.C., on March 30, 1981, as the culmination of an effort to impress actress Jodie Foster. That is, however, the state sponsored explanation we've been conditioned to believe my friends. Reported to have been driven by a love obsessional fixation on her, he was found not guilty by reason of insanity, and has remained under institutional psychiatric care since then. 

Far from the scrutiny of the American people, due to the media's utter uselessness, he has gained progressively longer visits to the home of his parents. Public outcry over the verdict led to the Insanity Defense Reform Act of 1984, which altered the rules for consideration of mental illness of defendants in federal criminal court proceedings in the United States. It is wholly unfathomable to think that a United States president's would-be assassin would even be considered for unsupervised leave; let alone, an outright release, yeah?

First published in 2008, The Evolution of the Patron Saint, book #1 in the Conspirator's Odyssey series sold extremely well, but the conspiratorial aspects—the many controversial theories I put forth didn't attract much attention beyond the tagline:

The 1947 Roswell UFO incident sparked the rise of the military industrial complex and led to the assassination of President John F. Kennedy . . . 

Back by popular demand, the novel was republished by IntoPrint Publishers in 2013 as seen below with the crisp new cover image. I've taken the liberty of providing an excerpt from The Evolution of the Patron Saint as it relates to John Hinckley, what his release may be signaling, and the potential danger posed to both President Barack Hussein Obama and recent presidential candidate Hilary Rodham Clinton.

Mark Twain may have been writing about this very project of mine when he wrote that truth is stranger than fiction, because “fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; truth isn’t.”

“ . . . I know this was before you were born, but listen up. In 1947 our organization activated phase two of Project Aneman after an unbelievable discovery in Roswell, New Mexico—extraterrestrial life and technology. During the study of these beings and their metabolism, geneticists isolated an unusual strand of DNA that proved to have miraculous properties. With these properties, our scientists strongly felt we could eventually create what every military in the world wants: a super soldier.
“As Sun Tzu states in The Art of War, ‘All warfare is based on the art of deception.’ Project Aneman was developed with this philosophy in mind. Though it took more time than we expected to reach this point in the project, this operation was forged primarily to seal America’s superpower status long before the turn of the twentieth century. Vietnam was the only war in which the beta version of the serum was tested. In November 1962, because Kennedy was considering withdrawing our troops from Vietnam, we negotiated with Johnson, giving him fundamental information about Project Aneman and our plans. It wasn’t too difficult to bring him aboard—he had a beef of his own with Kennedy. He felt the man’s liberal politics were ruining the country, taking us backwards. Like many others, Johnson thought this Irish goody-goody, Ivy League, wet-behind-the-ears kid wasn’t worth the shoes he was wearing.”
Tips raised her hand to ask a question, but Walker ignored her.
“Project Aneman happened to be the perfect sharpened sword to cut the head off that fucking Oval Office gigolo. Johnson wanted the presidency, and he’d have done damn near anything to get it. We, on the other hand, didn’t give a good goddamn about Johnson’s motivations. He was just our puppet. We wanted to test our serum on a massive level, and we knew he would honor his part in the agreement, pushing forward the assault on Vietnam. Johnson hoped to strengthen his political ties and his legacy with an unquestionable victory in Vietnam, and we expected much more out of the serum.”
Walker lit another cigarette and tossed the empty pack away. “Unfortunately, our test failed. We ended up killing more Americans than we planned—our scientists had developed some new form of bottled insanity that slowly overcame every one of the American soldiers we injected in the field. This serum created psychopathic madmen, most incapable of combat, making them prime targets for capture. 
“Of course, we wrote those casualties off, as we always do, as collateral damage. Johnson was responsible to clean it all up. Hell, this asshole consciously made a deal with the devil, so what did he expect?” At this, Walker laughed—a high-pitched, humorless sound. 
“This new form of bottled insanity was known as J-XXX-0602, or JAXX. It was far from what we expected, but proved useful in many operations after the fact—one being Ronald Reagan and his would-be assassin, John W. Hinckley Jr. Our objective in that scenario was to upgrade yet another vice president—this time, George H.W. Bush, Senior. Instead of an assassination, which would put too much heat on Bush, our objective was to drive Reagan mad. Using the JAXX serum, we meant to drive him insane to the point where the nation would clearly see their president was off his fucking rocker. After witnessing this, we hoped America would accept Vice President Bush as their president, despite his questionable background.
“So we injected JAXX into John W. Hinckley’s system and over time got him to believe Ronald Reagan was literally the antichrist.” Walker smugly laughed under his breath. “Just for kicks, I convinced Hinckley that Jodi Foster was in love with him. The shot was actually made by our black ops agents—Hinckley’s dumb ass couldn’t shoot a bowling ball off a stick if it was five feet in front of him—and the bullet that hit President Reagan in the chest was laced with a small amount of JAXX. Black ops fled the scene, leaving Hinckley behind to take the fall. He had a field day shooting around like a madman! The dose of the serum we laced the bullet with did take effect, but it proved too weak to completely overcome Reagan during his presidency. However, that serum definitely worked some wicked magic on his body and mind.” 
Walker grinned. “Hinckley’s part in our ongoing affairs is still useful to us. Ladies and gentlemen, since February ‘99 we’ve had an ongoing mission in play. We injected Hinckley with the experimental 10-558-GI serum, which stabilized his mental state so we could get him released from the mental institution on unsupervised family visits. We still need Hinckley for another mission of extreme importance. He’ll be used to stop one of the two likely 2008 Democratic presidential candidates—Hilary Rodham Clinton or Barack Hussein Obama.” He winked at Debra Hilton, who blushed. “Of course, I’m not at liberty to discuss the details of that mission, but from what I’ve told you, I’m sure you can imagine the rest . . . ”

Pragmatic author A.K. Kuykendall has a passion for writing conspiracy, espionage, horror, and suspense literature that blend the concepts of fact and fiction. For more information on his projects, visit or, to email the author directly for Q&A on this post, write to