First of two parts
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Mr. Kerry at age 27.
Morally speaking, John Forbes Kerry is ideally tailored, down to his manicured talon-like toenails, to serve in the scandal-plagued, but still undefeated Obama administration. Like his White House betters, slipperiness is his most appealing asset, an envied ability to flee the knottiest crises unscathed.
For the last 54 of his 69 years, John Forbes Kerry has lived a quietly seething, desperately unfulfilled dream to be President John Fitzgerald Kennedy II. He has patterned every drawn breath after the Kennedy example. His young man’s fantasy was to stroll into the Kennedy compound at Hyannis Port in the early 1960s and have Rose and Old Joe cry, “Johnny, you are home!”
Where Did I Come From?
Born into a middle-class, indistinct military family in Aurora, CO, Mr. Kerry’s closely calculated later image as a well-born Kennedy-like Boston Brahmin has been polished for so many decades that nearly all the people who elected him to five terms in the U.S. Senate swallowed his fiction like sweet medicine.
At 6-foot-4, the Bogus Brahmin is taller than his hero, his early hairstyle was modeled after JFK’s, his sporting interests carefully reflected Mr. Kennedy’s choices. Unlike the real JFK, the wannabe JFK’s Irish ancestry was as phony as his plastic personality and Mars-sized ego. The only thing green about John II was his unabated jealousy of John I.
Mr. Kennedy was a legendary storyteller before he was a legend. Mr. Kerry never has risen above his frayed reputation as a teller of fish novels, starting with his lying appearance before Congress, April 1971, as a Navy lieutenant in the Vietnam War when his dishonesty, sadly, won a medal and a lifelong favorable reputation. You may recall he blamed his colleagues for committing war crimes in Vietnam, an ugly accusation that helped cost him the Presidency nine years ago.
It figures that a passive, undemanding, unengaged employer with similar regrettable scruples, President Obama, would hire a man of such disreputable character to succeed the undistinguished, dishonest and unaccomplished Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State last February. A cynic would say the egomaniacal Obama and the egomaniacal Kerry deserve to live side by side in the same cramped cubbyhole, opposites though they are in many ways.
Mr. Kerry and Mr. Obama have surprisingly little affection for each other. As pragmatists, each suits the other’s present needs.
Fearing that he must bolster his nearly empty legacy swiftly since he turns 70 in December, Mr. Kerry, resembling Daddy Long Legs, tirelessly has been hop scotching the globe for four months. He has ants in his spats. Blithely, he pledges to bring nearly instant peace where ‘ere he lands. Never mind he has not made an inch of difference anywhere, and, guaranteed, will not. Europe reads fourflushers better than – as the clumsy Mr. Obama hamhandedly put it last week when he lost his script – we “U.S. persons.” The oddest President we have had in the past century continues to enhance his rep for awkward sentence structures.
The liberal press, father confessor and forgiver of all Left gaffes, adores the foursquare liberal Mr. Kerry, largely because he loathes Republicans as much as they do.
And that may be why Mr. Kerry’s most recent despicable act had gone unreported – certainly by the lockstep worshipping left-wing journals – until last week.
We will relate this story tomorrow.
(To be continued)
