Early in Lyndon Johnson’s political career, Johnson was in a very close race, and was getting worried he might lose.
He told his campaign manager to start a massive rumor campaign about his opponent’s life-long habit of enjoying carnal knowledge of his own barnyard sows.
“Christ, we can’t get a way calling him a pig-****er,” the campaign manager protested. “Nobody’s going to believe a thing like that.”
“I know,” Johnson replied. “But let’s make the sonofabitch deny it.”
Johnson was a filthy, no class animal. The worst POS to ever hold the office.