He didn’t know why he killed the man, but he was sure it had something to do with the fact he was in a conspiring world. Robert Kennedy was on the ground, along with three of his persoanl retinue. Two more collapsed as police officers wrested Sirhan Sirhan’s arm behind his back, prying the .22 revolver from his fingers.

The last thing he remembered was the woman in the polkadot dress pinching his shoulder, and then standing there, arm extended, finger still wrapped firmly around the trigger, smoke rising from the barrel. Force is then applied to his shoulders as he is pushed to the ground by two officers as a third secures his hands behind his back with a pair of handcuffs.

Shock still grips the man as an officer whispers harshly in his ear, “You’re gonna fry for this!” His brain is still frantically trying to piece together what this is. He didn’t know why he killed the man, but he was sure it had something to do with the fact he was in a conspiring world.