"Hey you, doll face - road trip!" |
He remains the Don Draper of U.S. presidents. His
promiscuity was of gargantuan proportions. His inclination for risk-taking was
pathological. He lied and cheated with energetic abandon and shared a family
trait for vengeance and a dark appreciation of noblesse oblige.
Arguably —is there any other way? — his approx. 1,000-day
reign was potholed with self-induced crises. His decisions surrounding the Bay
of Pigs exposed the decomposition of his character. His heedless drive to
murder Fidel Castro propelled the world into a U.S./Russian nuclear showdown.
His womanizing exposed him to blackmail.
'Hiya girls': Frank, JFK, and, well... |
Actually, it looks pretty good |
The question arrives: do we wish to know salacious details as means of explaining motivations and judgments, or are we mired, sick with frustration and boredom, in belittling men and women of accomplishment? Is it a combination of the two?
In our sleep comes the song |
Anyway, his importance can not be found in what he was, but what he seemed to be, what he could have been, and most importantly, what we wanted him to be. JFK knew his history, and he knew that in our dreams comes the song, not the singer, rounding our little life with a sleep.