In case you've forgotten, you're arrogantly calling Karen Westbrook wrong about who she herself is......
Because she
is wrong, Iacoletti.
Which is totally understandable, seein' as how she was trying to please Stephen "Smilin' and Noddin' Fagin" and his audience, and was doing what he had probably suggested that she do: Look at "herself" there by the Stemmons sign, from behind, from the spacial distance of Zapruder's 8mm camera, and yep,
fifty-four years after-the-fact.
"You know, Karen, so we can clear up this here Thierry 'Fake News' Speth, Robin Unger, and Don 'I'll Get It Right Eventually' Roberdeau ... mess!"
"Look! Right there, Karen!, in that
very exciting, close-to-the-fatal-headshot position you were in with your pal (strawberry-blond???) Gloria Calvery!"
"Yes, Stephen, ... and who's that gal on the left, you ask? Well, it's probably (mysteriously black-haired and dark-skinned) Carol Reed, but I'll be danged if I know where that mischievous Karan Hicks done went to, Steve."
.....
"Blobs all the way down," Iacoletti?
According to that lady at the Bertrand Russell lecture, it's "turtles all the way down," not blobs.
.....
Regardless, have you had your eyes checked lately, John?
Do you still contend that those three people on the Pergola Patio in Towner might not be women, but men who are wearing long-sleeved shirts and long bermuda shorts, or maybe even regular pants tucked into very high, flesh-colored cowboy boots?
Oh yeah, and that that macho dude on the right is holding a Little-Boy-Blue-colored helium-filled balloon, or maybe a Little-Boy-Blue-colored "Welcome to Dallas!" sign?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baby_blue-- MWT