Can someone link the last post from the first timeline? Just that I am too lazy to go back and find it.
Here's the first post, just in case anyone is in the mood for background. Here's the last one.
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WENDELL! So good to see you! DM me and let me know what's happening in your life!
People, this is the man, who, on a long-departed AH forum other than this one, saw a joking caption that I'd posted under a picture of Walt Disney, and suggested that I actually turn it into a timeline. I'd never completed a timeline at that point (and was notorious for leaving them unfinished), but figured it was worth a shot, and we all know how that turned out. So here's someone who deserves a fair share of credit for the original ever coming into form.
Okay, I think it'll be a short one this time, but it's an important update.
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Yeah, I remember the call. Been out all night in Manhattan with some friends, what with the wife deciding that she wanted to spend the weekend with her parents, which was happening more often by then. Woke up to the phone blaring in my ear, and I gotta admit that I answered it with a bit less class than I would've used in my Chief of Staff days: In fact, I figure I pretty much snarled "Cohen residence" through the pounding hangover before hearing "Hold for Governor Rockefeller." Look: I'm not stupid. People have called me crooked, fascist, Nazi (Yeah, the reds call a natural-born Jew like me a Nazi, which just goes to show, right?), an ass-kisser, ruthless, corrupt, and all sorts of things. Hell, some of 'em were accurate, and I'm not gonna apologize for doing whatever I had to do in order to set America right. Anyway, one thing I'm not called is stupid, and I'm not gonna act like you're stupid, so yeah, I figured what this was about. Sure enough, the dickless wonder Governor Nelson Rockefeller came on the line toot-sweet.
"Hello, Roy. I hope that I didn't wake you." Asshole. He knew my routine by then, after months of fucking plotting together on his campaign, while he refused to take any of my advice on how to actually win the fucking Presidency because he didn't have the cojones to be ruthless enough to fucking win. He knew I'd be asleep, and probably hung over. Whatever. Let the schlemiel have his petty fun. Probably thought he was showing who was boss or something. Like he didn't know just who the fuck he was dealing with.
"No, Governor. How can I be of assistance to you?" Asshole.
"You've heard the news about Senator Keating, I'm sure." Well, of course. I had eyes, and I had access to the goddamned news, didn't I?
"Of course I have, sir. It's an enormous tragedy. Senator Keating was an accomplished public servant, and all of New York mourns his loss. No, all of America." I was piling it on a bit thick there. Blame the late night. Still a bit off from those last martinis at Club 21, or wherever we'd ended up.
"Yes, well...it's within my power to appoint a Senator to serve out the remainder of his term. Considering your extensive public service, your brilliant work in the Disney administration, and your strong political credentials within the party...even as a former Democrat," he chuckled. Fuck him for twisting that knife. "I consider it my honor to offer you his seat in the Senate."
Yeah, now that I don't have shit left to care about, you know what? Yes, I wanted the seat. And yes, I goddamned well took that offer. And yes, every bit of it had been arranged ahead of time, which is the only reason that those vicious, bullshit lies that Dodd told in that book didn't torpedo my chances.
What? No. How could I have known? No, look, when I say that it had been...you know what? Of course I didn't know that Javits was going to...yeah? Yeah? Fuck your "Just asking for clarification" bullshit. You're trying to play the man who invented the game?
Get the fuck out of my house, and expect to hear from my attorneys if you even suggest that shit in print. Fuck that: expect to hear from me. I'm a better lawyer than any of 'em.
-Retired Sen. Roy Cohn in the unpublished first draft of World Of Tomorrow: America In The 1960s by Studs Terkel
FORMER WHITE HOUSE STAFFER JAMES DODD DIES FOLLOWING LONG ILLNESS
Former White House Communications Director James Dodd passed away yesterday following a long illness complicated by injuries suffered during the assassination attempt on former President Walter Disney and F.B.I. Director J. Edgar Hoover,
-New York Times, 7/5/61
"Look,[Stennis is] fine on the niggers, or at least that's how our people are going to see it, because they don't get that it doesn't do a damned thing towards solving the problem. But we'll deal with that later. Right now, the real issue is the same one as it's ever been: the Jews. If we're going to set up a real organization, then we're going to have to push that. Look, I get that a bunch of them have tried to assimilate. You may work with them, you may go bowling with them, one or two of you may have even sullied yourselves with them in carnal congress.That ends now. If your foreman won't fire the Jew, then you have to quit, and we'll find you a place in our organization to keep food on the table. You leave that bowling league. And, goddammit, if you happen to sleep with one of them, you either kill them, you kill yourself, or you ally with the enemy."
-George Lincoln Rockwell, quoted in Tomorrow The World: An Unauthorized Biography
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