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   Vivian continued its soliloquy as it led us through the ship up to the top deck, all the while patting our backs and shoulders and stroking and ruffling our hair. “No sooner did that hottie Kennedy get his feet wet when he was invoking the domino theory, you know, one bitch goes commie, they all go commie. Whatever works but really, darlings, dominoes? By the way, did anyone ever tell you that you two make a really cute couple? Anyway, before you could say off with their heads, Dragon Lady Nhu calls the Buddhist bonfires “barbeques” and Kennedy’s ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge engineers a coup that results in a little road side firing squad. When that cutie Kennedy heard that Diem was toast, he turned ashen and left the room without a word, a premonition, perhaps. The poor dear was dead himself three weeks later.” Vivian paused and took a deep breath . “I cried and cried, darlings. I cried and cried. What were we going to do about the commie bitches without our dream boat? And now we were saddled with that troll, Johnson. But every cloud has a silver lining as they say, and this silver lining was nine inches long! It takes my breath away just thinking about it. But I digress. When darling Jumbo Johnson, that was his nickname, Jumbo. Oh, goodness me. Ahem. When Jumbo found himself running against that smarmy little Goldwater, he had to butch it up with the commies in order to win the election, so he pretended some of our ships were attacked in the Gulf of Tonkin by the Vietnamese Navy. Apparently, we’ve been using that ploy for a long time. Remember the Maine? Anyway, it worked and the American people swallowed it hook line and sinker. Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution and watch out commie bitches, here comes Uncle Sam!“