On the 27th, now co-bylined, the story was ready for upper
management: Bannon and Larry Solov, Breitbart’s press-shy CEO. It was
also ready, on a separate email chain, for another read and round of
comments from the white nationalist Saucier, the feudalist Yarvin, the
neo-Nazi Weev, and Vox Day.
“I need to go thru this tomorrow in
depth…although I do appreciate any piece that mentions evola,” Bannon
wrote. On the 29th, in an email titled “steve wants you to read this,”
Marlow sent Yiannopoulos a list of edits and notes Bannon had solicited
from James Pinkerton, a former Reagan and George H.W. Bush staffer and a
contributing editor of the American Conservative. The 59-year-old
Pinkerton was put off by a cartoon of Pepe the Frog conducting the Trump
“I love art,” he wrote inline. “I think [Breitbart News
Network] needs a lot more of it, but I don’t get the above. Frogs?
Kermit? Am I missing something here?”
Later that day, Breitbart
published “An Establishment Conservative’s Guide to the Alt-Right.” It
quickly became a touchstone, cited in the New York Times, the Los
Angeles Times, the New Yorker, CNN, and New York Magazine, among others.
And its influence is still being felt. This past July, in a speech in
Warsaw that was celebrated by the alt-right, President Trump echoed a line from the story
— a story written by a “brown-sounding” amanuensis, all but line-edited
by a white nationalist, laundered for racism by Breitbart’s editors,
and supervised by the man who would in short order become the
president’s chief strategist.
The machine had worked well.
It hadn’t always been so easy.
November, Yiannopoulos emailed Bannon with a bone to pick. Breitbart
London reported that a London college student behind a popular social
justice hashtag had threatened the anti-Islam activist Pamela Geller.
story is horseshit and we should never have published it,” Yiannopoulos
wrote. “Reckless and stupid. … Strongly recommend we pull. it’s
insanely defamatory. I spoke to pamela geller and even she said it was
rubbish. We’re outright lying about this girl and surely we’re better
than that. We can and should win by telling the truth.”
Six minutes later, Bannon wrote back to his tech editor in a fury. “Your [sic]
full of shit. When I need your advice on anything I will ask. … The
tech site is a total clusterfuck—meaningless stories written by
juveniles. You don’t have a clue how to build a company or what real
content is. And you don’t have long to figure it out or your [sic] gone. … You are magenalia [sic].”
clarified to BuzzFeed News in a statement that she believed it was
“rubbish” that the London university characterized the threats against
her as “fake.”)
On December 8, the New York Times published a major story about the
radicalization of American Muslims on Facebook. Yiannopoulos published a
story called “Birth Control Makes Women Unattractive and Crazy.”
That afternoon, Bannon emailed Yiannopoulos and Marlow.
r in a global existentialist war where our enemy EXISTS in social media
and u r jerking yourself off w/ marginalia!!!! U should be OWNING this
conversation because u r everything they hate!!! Drop your toys, pick up
your tools and go help save western civilization.”
“Message received,” Yiannopoulos wrote back. “I will do a Week of Islam next week.”
don’t need that,” Bannon responded. “Just get in the fight—ur Social
Media and they have made it a powerful weapon of war. … There is no war
correspondent in the west yet dude and u can own it and be remember for 3
generations–or sit around wasting your God-given talents jerking off
to your fan base.”
Over the next several months, Yiannopoulos
began to find the right targets. First it was a continued attack on
Shaun King, the writer and Black Lives Matter activist whose ethnicity
Yiannopoulos had called into question. Next it was then–Yahoo CEO
Marissa Mayer, who Bannon called in an email to Yiannopoulos the “poster
child for the narcissistic ecosystem.”
And increasingly it was
enemies of Donald Trump. In response to a Yiannopoulos pitch accusing a
prominent Republican opponent of Trump of being a pill-popper, Bannon
wrote: “Dude!!! LMAO! … Epic.” And Bannon signed off on an April story
by Yiannopoulos imploring #NeverTrumpers to get on board with “Trump and
the alt-right.” (Bannon did, however, veto making it the lead story on
the site, writing to Yiannopoulos and Marlow, “Looks like we have our
thumb on the scale.”)
this story is a bit gossipy but it’s nice to know just how tight all these figures are (and how many are from the supposedly “liberal” media)
ON JANUARY 8TH, 1992, FORMER PRESIDENT GEORGE HERBERT WALKER BUSH ATTENDED A STATE DINNER HOSTED BY THE PRIME MINISTER OF JAPAN. AT THIS DINNER, HE SUCCUMBED TO SOME COMBINATION OF A FLU VIRUS AND EXHAUSTION, RESULTING IN HIM VOMITING ON THE JAPANESE PRIME MINISTER AND PASSING OUT.
AS A RESULT, A NEW SLANG VERB FOR VOMITING, ESPECIALLY IN AN EMBARRASSING LOCATION, QUICKLY CROPPED UP IN JAPAN: BUSHUSURU, WHICH WOULD ROUGHLY MEAN “TO DO THE BUSH THING” OR “TO PULL A BUSH.”
They were. Just like they were offensive when George W. Bush was President. And,
when Bill Clinton was President. And, George H.W. Bush. And, Ronald Reagan, etc.
It’s just that people didn’t want to listen when people tried to have a
reasonable debate. To discuss the issue without screaming. It took protests, and
things like Charlottesville, and Colin Kaepernick, and a hundred other marches
and actions to get people thinking, “Hey, maybe this is about more than just
some guy kneeling during the National Anthem.”
the world isn’t changed by people who whisper. It’s too easy to ignore when
people try to be reasonable.
Early Saturday morning, March 4, the 45th president of the United States alleged in a series of tweets that former president Barack Obama orchestrated a “Nixon/Watergate” plot to tap Trump’s phones at his Trump Tower headquarters last fall in the run-up to the election. Trump concluded that the former president is a “Bad (or sick) guy!”
Sunday morning, Trump called for a congressional investigation.
Trump cited no evidence for his accusation.
Folks, we’ve got a huge problem on our hands. Either:
1. Trump is more nuts than we suspected – a true delusional paranoid. Trump’s outburst was triggered by commentary in the “alt-right” publication, Breitbart News, on Friday, which reported an assertion made Thursday night by right-wing talk-radio host Mark Levin suggesting Obama and his administration used “police state” tactics last fall to monitor the Trump team’s dealings with Russian operatives.
If this is what triggered Trump’s tantrum, we’ve got a president willing to put the prestige and power of his office behind baseless claims emanating from well-known right-wing purveyors of lies.
Which means Trump shouldn’t be anywhere near the nuclear codes that could obliterate the planet, or near anything else that could determine the fate of America or the world.
2. The second possibility is the Obama administration did in fact tap his phones. But if this was the case, before the tap could occur it’s highly likely Trump committed a very serious crime, including treason.
No president can order a wiretap on his own. For federal agents to obtain a wiretap on Trump, the Justice Department would first have had to convince a federal judge that it had gathered sufficient evidence of probable cause to believe Trump had committed a serious crime or was an agent of a foreign power, depending on whether it was a criminal or foreign intelligence wiretap.
In which case we have someone in the White House who shouldn’t be making decisions that could endanger America or the world.
3. The third possible explanation for Trump’s rant is he was trying to divert public attention from the Jeff Sessions imbroglio and multiple investigations of Trump associates already found to have been in contact with Russian agents during the election, when Russian operatives interfered with the election on Trump’s behalf.
Maybe he’s trying to build a case that the entire Russian story is a plot concocted by the Obama Administration – along with the intelligence agencies and the mainstream press – to bring Trump down. This way, he can inoculate himself against more damaging evidence to come.
But if it’s all a big show to divert attention and undermine the credibility of the intelligence agencies and the press, Trump is willing to do anything to keep his job – even if that means further dividing America, undermining trust in our governing institutions, and destroying the fabric of our democracy.
So there you have it. We have a president who is either a dangerous paranoid who’s making judgments based on right-wing crackpots, or has in all likelihood committed treason, or is willing to sacrifice public trust in our basic institutions to further his selfish goals.
Each of these possible reasons is as terrifying as the other.
For Democrats to be the only ones sounding the alarm risks turning it into the new normal of partisanship. For Obama himself to respond would only dignify it.
So the responsibility falls to Republican leaders to stand up and call this what it is: Dangerous demagoguery.
Former Republican presidents George H.W. Bush and George W. Bush, former Republican senators and members of Congress, and current Republican senators and members of Congress, must have the courage and decency to stop this outrage.
We are in a serious crisis of governance, and their voices are critical.
Bush 41: War Hero • President • Patriarch • Patriot
The USS Finback, a 312-foot-long Gato-class submarine surfaced a little before noon on September 2, 1944 in the treacherous waters near Chichi Jima, the site of a Japanese military base on one of the Bonin Islands, approximately 150 miles north of Iwo Jima. The Finback was assigned “lifeguard duty” and was performing search and rescue missions for American airmen who had been shot down in action and might have survived via bail-out or crash landing.
Earlier that morning, four TBM Avenger aircraft had launched from the USS San Jacinto targeting radio installations on Chichi Jima. At around 8:30 AM, one of the Avengers was blasted by Japanese anti-aircraft shells as it made its bombing run over the island. With the plane on fire and losing control, the pilot continued his run, dropping his four 500-pound bombs on the target he had been given that morning on the San Jacinto. Turning back towards the sea, smoke and flames filled the cockpit, choking the crew of three. Working hard to create distance between the island and the failing aircraft, the pilot ordered his crew to bail out by parachute, shouting “Hit the silk!” over the Avenger’s radio.
As the pilot exited the aircraft, his head smashed into the plane’s tail, slicing a thick gash above his eye, tearing panels from his chute, and sending him plummeting towards the sea at a higher rate of speed than he should have been. Still, he splashed down in the Pacific Ocean and another American plane in the vicinity dropped a life raft near him. He was alive. He was alone.
On Chichi Jima, four miles to the southwest, Japanese authorities began to organize a search party to capture any downed American pilots who might have survived. Boats were launched to find them. The pilot, stung by a Portuguese man-o-war, vomiting from ingesting sea water, and dazed from the trauma of the attack and the bleeding head wound, still had the presence of mind to begin paddling away from Chichi Jima. Allied forces never captured Chichi Jima during the war, and reports of atrocities ranging from Japanese soldiers summarily beheading Allied prisoners to cannibalism of POWs by Japanese troops led to the post-war execution of five of Chichi Jima’s leading officers, including the commander, Major Sueo Matoba.
The current was sweeping the Avenger’s pilot towards Chichi Jima and he desperately paddled against it and out into the open sea. Other members of his aerial squadron opened fire to keep away the Japanese boats heading towards him while another American aircraft radioed the downed pilot’s position to the Finback, which steamed towards him.
Like so many of the soldiers and sailors risking and sacrificing their lives on distant continents and in remote seas, including the men who saved his life on that September 2, 1944, the pilot was very young – just 20 years old.
His name was George Herbert Walker Bush.
Today, George H.W. Bush celebrates his 93rd birthday and is one of the longest-living Presidents in American history. As of today, only two U.S. Presidents have lived longer – Gerald Ford and Ronald Reagan, both of whom died at the age of 93 (former President Jimmy Carter will turn 93 this year, as well). On October 11th, Bush will have lived longer than Reagan, and he will break Gerald Ford’s record as the longest-living President in American history on November 25th. He was 17 years old and attending the elite Philips Academy boarding school in Andover, Massachusetts when Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941. As Bush and many of his fellow well-to-do classmates prepared to graduate in 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson gave a commencement address urging the patrician prep school grads to go to college first rather than to enlist in the war. Four days after graduating, Bush turned 18 years old and immediately enlisted in the United States Navy.
With the influence of his father, Bush could have found himself in any number of safe, stateside jobs in the service. Instead, he became the Navy’s youngest fighter pilot. Even before being shot down over Chichi Jima, Bush had experienced the rough landings of flight training and ravages of war. During training, he totaled a plane during a crash landing. In June 1944, he was forced to ditch his plane – fully-loaded with bombs – in the sea during a mission, escaped the plane just before it exploded, and had to be rescued by the USS Bronson. By the war’s end, Bush had flown 58 combat missions during 1,228 hours of total flight time. There were 14 pilots who originally formed Bush’s VT-51 torpedo bomber flight squadron; when he was discharged from the service in September 1945, only Bush and three other pilots from that squadron survived.
Yet, it wasn’t what he saw that haunted George H.W. Bush – indeed, what haunts him still today. It was what he didn’t see as he parachuted out of the burning wreckage of his TBM Avenger on September 2, 1944. Or who he didn’t see.
As Bush prepared to bomb Chichi Jima that morning, he was joined by two crew members in his TBM Avenger, tailgunner Ted White and radioman John Delaney. At 26, White was a few years older than Bush, but their fathers had been classmates at Yale, which created an obvious connection between the two young men aboard the San Jacinto. White wasn’t a normal member of Bush’s crew but, that morning, requested that he be allowed to replace Bush’s regular tailgunner, Leo Nadeau, and received permission.
When their plane was hit, Bush did all he could to order his two crew members to bail out of the plane and assist them in doing so, but the black smoke and flames tearing through the aircraft made it impossible for the pilot to see if White and Delaney had indeed exited the plane. Not only had Bush turned the badly-damaged plane out towards the sea, but he dipped the wings to make it easier for the crew members to pop open their door on the left side of the aircraft and bail out. By doing this, Bush cost himself some precious time and made his own exit from the Avenger more difficult – perhaps the reason he slammed against the tail of the aircraft as he parachuted out.
Other American pilots in Bush’s squadron that morning said that they noticed two parachutes deploy from Bush’s Avenger. As Bush plummeted towards the Pacific Ocean, he scanned the sky for the chutes of Delaney and White, but saw neither. As he paddled with one hand in his life raft to get as far away from the coast of Chichi Jima as possible, Bush continued to search the sky and the sea for his crewmates. But it was to no avail. John Delaney and Ted White were never found. If one of the two men did bail out of the plane with Bush and deploy his parachute, he was immediately lost and the same pilots overhead that radioed Bush’s position to the Finback never located him. The other man most likely went down with the crippled TBM Avenger.
Nearly 60 years later, when Bush’s son had also been elected President of the United States, Bush visited the Bonin Islands and spoke to CNN about his ordeal. With all of the experiences of his life – all of the triumphs and tragedies – it was the loss of Ted White and John Delaney which continued to weigh heavily on George H.W. Bush. “I wake up at night and think about it sometimes,” the former President told CNN, “Could I have done something differently? I’m not haunted by anything other than the fact I feel a responsibility for the lives of the two people that were killed. I wonder if I could have done something different? I wonder who got out of the plane? I wonder – wonder why the chute didn’t open for the other guy? Why me? Why am I blessed? Why am I still alive? That has plagued me.”
How much did it plague George H.W. Bush? When the author and historian James Bradley interviewed the former President about his story for Bradley’s 2003 book Flyboys: A True Story of Courage (BOOK | KINDLE), Bush startled Bradley by asking the author if he had any new information about the fates of John Delaney and Ted White.
When the Finback surfaced and fished George Herbert Walker Bush out of the sea, the submariners treated him for his wounds, fed him, gave him new clothes to wear, and he became a part of the Finback crew – an honorary submariner – for the next month, as the submarine continued its mission, patrolling hot spots in the Pacific Theater just in case another downed pilot required rescue.
Everything was still raw when the future President sat down the next day at a typewriter on the Finback and pecked out a letter to his parents back home in Connecticut. It is the testament of a 20-year-old man born with all of the advantages in the world, sharing his story with his parents and letting them know how the war had touched him…and how it could easily touch them:
Dear Mother and Dad,
This will be the first letter you have gotten from me in a good long while. I wish I could tell you that as I write this I am feeling well and happy. Physically I am O.K., but I am troubled inside and with good cause. Here is the whole story at least as much of it as I am allowed to relate right now.
Yesterday was a day which will long stand in my memory. I was on a bombing hop with Delaney as my radioman and Lt. (j.g.) Ted White as my gunner. He did not usually fly, but I asked him if he would like to go with me and he wanted to. We had the usual joking around in the ready room about having to bail out etc. – at that time it all seemed so friendly and innocent but now it seems awful and sinister.
I will have to skip all the details of the attack as they would not pass the censorship, but the fact remains that we got hit. The cockpit filled with smoke and I told the boys in back to get their parachutes on. They didn’t answer at all, but I looked around and couldn’t see Ted in the turret so I assumed he had gone below to get his chute fastened on. I headed the plane out to sea and put on the throttle so as we could get away from the land as much as possible. I am not too clear about the next parts. I told them to bail out, and then I called up the skipper and told him I was bailing out. My crewmen never acknowledged either transmission, and yet the radio gear was working – at least mine was and unless they had been hit back there theirs should have been, as we had talked not long before. I heard the skipper say something but things were happening so fast that I don’t quite remember what it was. I turned the plane up in an attitude so as to take pressure off the back hatch so the boys could get out. After that I straightened up and started to get out myself. At that time I felt certain that they had bailed out. The cockpit was full of smoke and I was choking from it. I glanced at the wings and noticed that they were on fire. I still do not know where we got hit and never will. I am now beginning to think that perhaps some of the fragments may have either killed the two in back, or possibly knocked out their communications.
Fortunately I had fastened all my straps before the dive and also I had left my hatch open, something I hadn’t been doing before. Just the day before I had asked the skipper and he advised leaving it open in a dive. The jump itself wasn’t too bad. I stuck my head out first and the old wind really blew me the rest of the way out. I do remember tugging at my radio cord which I had forgotten to unplug. As I left the plane my head struck the tail. I now have a cut head and bruised eye but it is far from serious. After jumping, I must have pulled the ripcord too soon for when I was floating down, I looked up at the canopy and several of the panels were all ripped out. Just as I got floating down, I saw the plane strike the water. In the meantime, I noticed that there was a liferaft down in the water. Not until later did I discover that it was mine that was supposed to be attached to my lifejacket. I had forgotten to hook it on, and when I left the plane it had come loose and had fallen into the water. Fortunately, the wind didn’t carry me too far away from the raft. The entrance into the water was not too bad. I had unloosened several of my chute straps so that when it came to getting out of the harness I wouldn’t have too many buckles to undo under the water. I went fairly deep when I hit, but not deep enough to notice any pressure or anything. I shook the harness and the wind carried the chute away on the water. The wind was blowing towards shore, so I made every effort to head the other way. The skipper saw me and he saw my raft, so he made a pass over it to point it out to me. I had inflated my mae west [sailors called their inflatable yellow life vests “Mae Wests”] and then started swimming towards the raft. Fortunately, the fall hadn’t injured the boat, so it inflated easily and I struggled into it. I then realized that I had overexerted myself swimming, because suddenly I felt quite tired. I was still afraid that the wind would take me in closer so I began paddling. It was a hell of a job to keep the water out of the raft. In fact I never did get it bailed out completely. At first I was scared that perhaps a boat would put out from shore which was very close by, but I guess our planes made them think twice about that. A few fighter planes stayed nearby the whole time until I was rescued and you can imagine how comfortable that was. One of them came right over me and dropped me some medical supplies which were most welcome, since I had no idea how badly cut up I was. It turned out to be slight, but did use the iodine anyway. I had some dye marker attached to my life jacket and also there was some in the raft so I sprinkled a bit of that on the water so the planes could see me easily. I took inventory of my supplies and discovered that I had no water. The water had broken open when the raft fell from the plane I imagine. I had a mirror and some other equipment, and also was wearing my own gun and knife.
There was no sign of Del or Ted anywhere around. I looked as I floated down and afterwards kept my eye open from the raft, but to no avail. The fact that our planes didn’t seem to be searching anymore showed me pretty clearly that they had not gotten out. I’m afraid I was pretty much of a sissy about it cause I sat in my raft and sobbed for awhile. It bothers me so very much. I did tell them and when I bailed out I felt that they must have gone, and yet now I feel so terribly responsible for their fate, Oh so much right now. Perhaps as the days go by it will all change and I will be able to look upon it in a different light.
I floated around for a couple of hours during which time I was violently sick to my stomach, and then the planes started zooming me, pointing out my position to my rescuers. You can imagine how happy I was when I saw this submarine hove into view. They pulled me out of the raft and took me below where they fixed me up in grand style. As I write this I am aboard the sub – don’t know how long I will be here, or when I will get back to the squadron.
As I said physically I am o.k. The food aboard here is unequaled anywhere I have ever seen. I am getting plenty of sleep and am even standing watches so that I will get the air occasionally. My back ached as did my leg last nite, and also my seat was a bit sore from the chute straps, but the pharmacist mate rubbed me down and today I feel much better. Last nite I rolled and tossed. I kept reliving the whole experience. My heart aches for the families of those two boys with me. Delaney had always been a fine loyal crewman. His devotion to duty was at all times highly commendable and his personality most pleasing. I shall most certainly write to his family after I am sure they have been notified by the Bureau.
As for Ted White, I have spoken of him several times in my letters before. He was the fellow from Yale, one class ahead of Stu Clement [Bush’s first cousin]. He comes from St. Paul Minn. White Bear Lake to be exact. Perhaps Dad, you know the family. If so do not write them until you get the word from me or elsewhere that the family has been officially notified. There is a possibility that they parachuted and I didn’t see them, but I am afraid it is quite remote as we received a message aboard here last nite saying that only one chute opened. All in all it is terribly discouraging and frankly it bothers me a good deal.
As time goes by I shall add bits to this letter and will mail it at my earliest possible convenience. I shall do the same by Bar, but shall not go into detail like this over my experience so please read her the parts of the letter which might interest her. It’s a funny thing how much I thought about Bar during the whole experience. What I wouldn’t give to be with her right now. Just to see that lovely face and those beautiful eyes and to know she was by my side. Right now I long to be with you so much. To be with you both and to be with Bar is my main desire – at least it won’t be too long, the time is going by quite rapidly.
Please excuse all my misspellings – they are caused not from ignorance but from carelessness in operating this machine.
much much love to you all, your ever devoted and loving son, Pop
••• As he celebrates his 93rd birthday, George Herbert Walker Bush has been many things to many people, and has done so much for so many more.
During the Vietnam War, Creedence Clearwater Revival’s song “Fortunate Son” sang: “It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no Senator’s son/It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no.”
Not too long after World War II, George H.W. Bush was a Senator’s son – his father Prescott was elected to the U.S. Senate from Connecticut. Later, George Bush blazed his own trail. Oilman. U.S. Representative from Texas. An unsuccessful candidate for the U.S. Senate from Texas (famously encouraged by the Texas Democrat and President Lyndon B. Johnson that the difference between the House and the Senate was the difference between “chicken shit and chicken salad”). U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations. Chairman of the Republican National Committee. Chief U.S. Liaison in China. CIA Director. Vice President of the United States under Ronald Reagan. President of the United States (“41”). Father of one Governor and President (“43”) and another Governor who was once considered a top candidate to become “45″.
But before everything – George Herbert Walker Bush was a war hero. And he was a war hero because of his love, honor, and duty to his country.
Just don’t ask George Bush if he was a war hero.
“It was just part of my duty. People say ‘war hero’. How come a guy who gets his airplane shot down is a hero and a guy who’s good enough that he doesn’t get shot down is not? Ask [John F.] Kennedy about it, why are you a hero? ‘They sank my boat.’ Why am I a hero? They shot down my airplane.”
Yes, a President Can Pardon His Way Out of Trouble. It’s Happened Before.
President George Bush (the less-stupid one) pardoned everybody associated with the Iran-Contra investigation, effectively destroying it. The pardons also essentially pardoned Bush since there was nobody left to testify against him.
…”But in a single stroke, Mr. Bush swept away one conviction, three guilty
pleas and two pending cases, virtually decapitating what was left of
Mr. Walsh’s effort, which began in 1986. …[The prosecutor] bitterly condemned the President’s action, charging that “the
Iran-contra cover-up, which has continued for more than six years, has
now been completed.”…
Today, February 15, is President’s day in the United States! To celebrate, I’ve accrued an interesting bit of information for every American president from Washington to Obama!
George Washington is the only president so far to not be affiliated with any party.
John Adams served as a lawyer for British soldiers charged in the 1775 Boston massacre, despite his own anti-British sentiments.
Thomas Jefferson spoke 6 langauges; English, Welsh, Greek, Latin, French, and Arabic.
James Madison was the shortest president ever, standing 5'4" tall.
James Monroe had the Liberian capital city of Monrovia named after him, as he helped establish the country.
John Quincy Adams was the first president to be interviewed by a female reporter, Anne Royal, who stole the president’s clothes when he went skinny dipping and refused to give them back until he answered her questions.
Andrew Jackson’s birthplace is unknown, but it’s in one of the Carolinas.
Martin Van Buren is the only president to not speak English as his first language, he actually spoke Dutch.
William Henry Harrison died a month after becoming president.
John Tyler has two living grandsons as of 2016.
James K. Polk died the youngest of any president, not counting those that were assassinated.
Zachary Taylor was nicknamed “Old Rough and Ready” because as a soldier, he went into battle in old farm clothes instead of a uniform.
Millard Fillmore is the only president to have never had a VP for their entire presidency.
Franklin Pierce’s wife believed God didn’t want him to become president, since their son died shortly after his election.
James Buchanan sometimes bought slaves just to set them free.
Abraham Lincoln is the only president to have held a patent, on a type of buoy.
Andrew Johnson was the only Southern Senator to stay loyal to the Union during the civil war.
Ulysses S. Grant’s real first name was Hiram.
Rutherford B. Hayes was the first president to use a telephone.
James A. Garfield was the last president to be born in a log cabin.
Chester A. Arthur was accused of being born in Canada during his presidency, and the allegations have persisted to this day.
Grover Cleveland was accused of having an illegitimate child, and his detractors protested by chanting “Mama, where’s my pa? Gone to the White House, ha ha ha!”
Benjamin Harrison was the grandson of William Henry Harrison, and his presidency, although 48 times as long, was just as uneventful.
William McKinley was the first president to ride in an automobile, however, this auto was an ambulance used to transport him after he was assassinated.
Theodore Roosevelt was the first American to receive a Nobel prize, for his role on ending the Russo-Japanese war.
William H. Taft kept a cow at the White House named Pauline to provide fresh milk.
Woodrow Wilson suffered from dyslexia as a child.
Warren G. Harding entered college at age 14.
Calvin Coolidge liked to wear a cowboy hat around the White House.
Herbert Hoover has a comet named after him.
Franklin Roosevelt was diagnosed with polio after falling into the Bay of Fundy while vacationing in Canada.
Harry S Truman kept a sign on his desk that said “The buck stops here” representing how he couldn’t pass on his duties to anyone else. The other side read “I’m from Missouri”, as Truman was very proud of his home state.
Dwight Eisenhower’s reputation as a war hero made him so popular, that both parties asked him to run on their ticket.
John F. Kennedy’s father encouraged him to go into politics and become the first catholic president, which he did.
Lyndon B. Johnson owned an amphibious car that he liked to surprise foreign diplomats with by offering them a ride and then driving straight into a lake.
Richard Nixon could play five musical instruments: Piano, saxophone, clarinet, accordion, and violin.
Gerald Ford is the only president to have never been elected to any executive office, he won both the vice presidency and the presidency by accident.
Jimmy Carter won a Nobel prize in 2002 for his humanitarian work.
Ronald Reagan kept a jar of jellybeans on his desk, and he would eat them whenever he was stressed. When he became president, the Jelly Belly company introduced blueberry jelly beans so the jar on Reagan’s desk could have red, white, and blue beans.
George H.W. Bush served as VP for Reagan, an ambassador to China, and head of the CIA before becoming president.
Bill Clinton originally wanted to be a jazz musician, but was inspired to enter government after meeting JFK in 1963.
George W. Bush is the first president to have run a marathon. In 1993, he completed the Houston marathon in 3 hours, 44 minutes, 52 seconds.
Aircraft are secured to the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS George H.W. Bush (CVN 77) during exercise Bold Alligator 2017 (#BA17). Improving Navy-Marine Corps amphibious core competencies along with coalition,NATO, Allied and partner nations is a necessary investment in the current and future readiness of our forces. BA17 will take place Oct. 18 - 30, 2017, ashore along the eastern seaboard. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Daniel Gaither/Released)