President Lyndon Johnson’s Secret Service agent, Rufus Youngblood, pointing out the people who threw paint bombs toward the President during an anti-Vietnam protest in Melbourne, Australia where Johnson was visiting .
This world has changed and I have changed. And I would take jail time over a bullet or an endorsement for what I believe to be disaster to this country and the strong and amazing women and minorities who reside here. Hatch Act be damned. I am with Her.
Remember when, although the FBI found no evidence that anyone had stolen any sensitive or classified information
from Hillary Clinton’s private email server, Republicans were furious about it and called it a breach of national security anyway because they figured someone “could have” hacked it and stolen sensitive or classified information?
JFK’s tragic assassination overshadows the fact that he represents a time when the physical embodiment of the American man’s libido was elected President. During his reign the White House doubled as the Playboy Mansion, with one former Secret Service agent commenting, “The sheer number of Kennedy’s sexual partners, and the recklessness of his use of them, escalated throughout his presidency.” Kennedy achieved peak bro by inviting high-class prostitutes – sometimes several at a time – to the Lincoln Bedroom to be “entertained.” And he liked to snap photos of their, uh, grassy knolls.
Now, when you’re leading the free world through the 1960s, you can’t just slink off down to the local Walgreens with your thumb drive and print off some glossies to hide under the bed. You can, however, get your longsuffering Secret Service agents to take your nude photos to an art gallery and have them framed … so that’s exactly what JFK did. No, seriously.