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Old May 15th, 2013 #101
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I don't think I saw this Podhoretz "A Conversation in Hell" item among the posts above; it's almost too shocking to believe. A reliable list contributor posted a link to a .gif file, which may have been a photo of the actual article, but the link no longer works.

SOME CELEBRATED JOHN JUNIOR’S DEATH

JFK Jr.'s death was actually celebrated by some people.
Spotlight Special Report
August 16, 1999
By Michael Collins Piper

“Never Forget”has long been the policy of the Jewish community. It is the official motto of the violence-prone Jewish Defense League. Therefore it is not surprising that in its July 16 issue that was on the stands when JFK Jr. died, Forward--one of the most influential Jewish newspapers in America--was still belly-aching about the activities (50 years before) of young Kennedy's grandfather, the late U.S. Ambassador to Britain.

It should also be noted that Mossad man C. David Heymann--who has put out the media's favorite "official" story about how and why JFK Jr. died--is also an expert on the Kennedy dynasty's purported "anti-Semitism" and its support for American neutrality and nonintervention in the plutocratic elite's war against Germany.

Heymann reported in his scandal-mongering book, A Woman Named Jackie (hardly a tribute to young Kennedy's deceased mother), that Joe Kennedy Jr., as a student at Harvard, served on the Harvard Committee Against Military Intervention in Europe, described as "a reactionary group that petitioned influential government officials and held rallies opposed to U .S. entry in the European war effort."

Heymann said that the FBI also charged that Joe's brother, future president John Kennedy, “had prepared for his father at least one of the speeches which his father had made, or was intending to make, in answer to criticism of his alleged appeasement policies . . . In addition Jack Kennedy stated that in his opinion England was through, and his father's greatest mistake was not talking enough, that he stopped talking too soon.”

In his semi-pornographic expose of the late Sen. Robert F Kennedy entitled RFK, the same Heymann charged that "A number of people accused RFK of using [anti-Semitic] terminology when privately discussing Jews." Heymann also alleged that RFK's wife, Ethel, now the reigning matriarch of the surviving Kennedy clan, once told a Jewish publicist, that "You know, it's your people who are giving us all the trouble; it's your people who are giving us all the trouble," when her husband was running for the Senate in 1964.

Considering the hostility toward the Kennedy family in some quarters, it is perhaps no surprise that on July 21, John Podhoretz, son of American Jewish Committee leader Norman Podhoretz and editorial page editor of The New York Post--a loud voice for the pro-Israel community in the Big Apple--penned a column entitled "A Conversation in Hell," putting forth his view of JFK Jr.'s death. Podhoretz' bizarre essay (which was pulled after the first edition of The Post went to press) speaks for itself and is published here in its historic and revealing entirety.

A Conversation in Hell
John Podhoretz
New York Post--July 21, 1999

“You got everything you wanted. But when I make a deal for a soul like yours, I need to season it before I'm ready to put it in the infernal oven.”

JOE! Joe Kennedy! Come on in. Nice to see you. Are you enjoying the air conditioning? I know it gets pretty hot out there.

Where are you these days, in the eighth circle or the ninth? Kind of a tough choice where you're concerned. After all, the eighth circle is for the fraudulent and the ninth for the treacherous. You sure were fraudulent when you had Mayor Daley fix the 1960 presidential election for your son Jack, weren't you? And you were pretty treacherous most of your life, what with your compulsive philandering and double-dealing

But listen, that's what I love about you. I can't tell you how it filled me with pride just to know you back when you were America's ambassador to England, saying all those nice things about Hitler, doing everything you could to prevent Jewish emigration from Nazi Germany. Thousands of Jews died because of you. That was quite a demonic performance!

I always knew you had it in you. I don't remember a soul I was happier to procure when you called on me back in, what, in 1912? You knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted wealth, fame and power, and you wanted it to stretch through the generations. You wanted to be the creator of a dynasty that would rule America.

It did my ancient heart a bit of good to hear just how ruthless you could be. And you were such a tough negotiator it was fun doing business with you.

It seemed like you'd thought of everything. You wanted access to power, and for you that meant marrying the daughter of the mayor of Boston. Done; you and Rose Fitzgerald were joined two years later. You wanted to remain attractive and alluring to the world's most glamorous women. Done; you became a motion-picture executive and had affairs with Gloria Swanson and many other stars and starlets.

You wanted wealth beyond the wildest dreams of any other Irish Bostonian. Done; you were a millionaire many times over, and lost none of it when the Great Depression hit. You wanted social position. Done; you were given the most glamorous job in government at the time - Ambassador to the Court of St. James.

And you wanted your son to be president. Done as well.

You dotted the "i"s, you crossed the "t"s, you did everything in your power to maximize your part of the deal and minimize mine. Like all mortals whose most distinctive quality is their unbounded sense of self, you believed your soul was so valuable that it was worth the exchange.

You got everything you wanted. But when I make a deal for a soul like yours - so unyielding in its sense of entitlement, so sure that the world should bow before it, so damned tough -- it's raw to me, like uncooked meat. I need to season it, to pound on it a bit so that it becomes tender, brown it a bit on the fire before I'm ready to put it in the infernal oven.

So if I'd let that son of yours that you wanted to become president make it to the White House, it would have meant that the supper I intended to make of your soul indigestible. He simply had to go.

And that hurt, didn't it, Joe, when your namesake's plane went down in World War II?

You said so little about your daughters in the contract that I felt free to toy with them a little. I made poor Rosemary a little slow - but for Pete's sake, you didn't have to lobotomize her, Joe! That was all your doing! And you seemed to be getting over young Joe's death so well that I needed to remind you of it by sending your daughter Kathleen down in another plane crash a few years later.

Oh, this trouble hurt. But it infuriated you too, because you thought I had reneged on the deal! Remember that conversation, right there on the beach in Hyannis Port? I reminded you there was Jack, beautiful Jack, the one you rode so hard. He was so like you, so hungry for Hollywood beauty, so driven -- wouldn't it be even sweeter if it were Jack?

You were so triumphant with Jack's victory and all that I tried to let you know that things weren't going to work out like you planned again. You had a grandson born in the White House in August 1963, remember? Little Patrick? I took him after two days, just to get you prepared for November 22.

I said I'd make Jack president. I didn't say he'd finish out his term. And I didn't say you'd get another. That was your mistake, trying again with Bobby. That was a violation of the contract. You only got one.

And you didn't listen, you just wouldn't listen, you were still intent on the idea that Teddy might do it - Teddy, the least of your boys. But I have news for you. That Chappaquiddick business? He called on me to save him from a manslaughter charge. He'll be keeping you company when his time is up.

Your time was up, wasn't it, after Chappaquiddick. You died a few months later, came down here. But you know what? Your soul just wasn't done yet. You were still a little too tough.

So every time you think the deal is done, every time you think your family is on its way back to glory, I just have to do something. Like I did this weekend, with your grandson John.

You understand, don't you, Joe? It's because I'm hungry. And when I’m hungry, Joe, the ends justify the means. See why we're so alike? Yes. Oh, yes. I think you're ready now.

You can e-mail comments to John Podhoretz at podhoretz®nypost.com.