P.S. You really have to laugh about this because, apparently, Rufus was worried not just for Johnson but also for himself. I say that because he, presumably, got himself so low on the floor of the back seat that we can't see a hide nor hair of him. He didn't have to get himself that low to protect LBJ, did he?
So, if he was determined to do that for himself, to get down that low, wouldn't he have had the decency to say something to Ladybird and Yarborough, such as, "Get down; take cover; there's a gunman"?
So LBJ gave Rufus Youngblood an award even though he showed not the slightest concern for LBJ's wife. I guess he never heard the old adage, "Women and children first."
Of course, the whole story was a lie. LBJ was in his seat, crouching and undoubtedly looking very glum, like he knew what was coming, which he did. Still, let's have a little fun:
Senator Yarborough: Say, Ladybird. I hate to interrupt our smiles, but do you find it strange that your husband and his bodyguard are lying over our feet on the floor like they're in a rugby pileup?
Ladybird: Nah, that's Lyndon for you. He's got a yellow streak a mile long.
Senator Yarborough: Well, I don't know. They look awfully close together down there. I hope they remembered to use mouthwash this morning. Ha ha.
Ladybird: Yeah, I see what you mean. But tell me, do you think something could be wrong? I mean, are we in danger?
Senator Yarborough: Oh no. Are you kidding? I'm a Senator, and you're the Second Lady. Surely, he cares about us too. If there was any danger, he'd tell us... wouldn't he?
Ladybird: Theoretically, yes. But remember who his boss is.
Senator Yarborough thinks about that for a moment. Then he bolts to get down, and Ladybird does too at the same time, and they bang heads, then continue trying to take cover.
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