John Kerry: A 'cheap' aristocrat
The Democratic presidential candidate grew up in a world of elite private schools and vacations on a French estate, something most Americans could only dream about. His parents, a U.S. diplomat and a homemaker, turned to a wealthy, childless great-aunt, Clara Winthrop, to help pay the bills.
John Kerry, born in Denver in 1943, lived in Groton and Millis, Mass., before the family moved to Washington when he was 7. He spent part of his youth in Swiss and New England boarding schools thanks to his aunt’s largess.
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'I'm a Good Closer'
Kerry's father, Richard, was a career State Department employee, an austere, somewhat disillusioned figure who never, to his regret, made ambassador.
Kerry's childhood seems rather lonely. As a little boy, he was moved from place to place before attending a "very strict" school in Switzerland, where he was one of only three English-speaking boys. Kerry learned, at an early age, to depend on himself.
At St. Paul's, a posh prep school in New Hampshire, Kerry was not popular. On the hockey team, he was called "Keep-the-Puck Kerry" because he didn't like to pass to his teammates as he skated toward the goal. Barging into pickup games on the school's frozen ponds, he was known for stealing the puck from younger boys and shooting it into the woods.
When I was a kid my family used to visit the Texas coast every year, and I used to get in the surf. If Kerry is a farmer I must be a fish.
I bet he was hoeing tobacco with Al Gore--yeah that's it.
Aahhh, now it comes together. That's the same farm where he met all those world leaders who told him that someday he would run for president against a guy named Bush and they wanted him to win.
"I'm a black man. When I was 12 it was my passion to listen to Sam and Dave's I'm a Soul Man. Why I almost wore out the grooves on that sucker.
When I was a kid, this 'kid from the East' had an aunt and uncle who had a dairy farm, and one of my greatest joys in life -- in fact, I lived on a farm as a young kid. My parents, when we lived in Massachusetts, we lived on a farm, and I learned my first cuss word sitting on a tractor with the guy who was driving it...."
Look, folks, here's a guy with one of the most expensive educations money can buy, and he can't string a sentence together. He can't hold a thought without moving off into fantasy. This is a dangerous man, not in the ordinary scheme of things, where his comforts are his first thought, but as the leader of the greatest country, and the greatest power, on the face of the earth. As was the case with Clinton, despite the different upbringing, it is all about him, only him, all the time him. Don't let this happen.
Kerry lived on a farm? I heard he was in Vietnam, too.
I have only seen the land run as pasture and I can't recall seeing many NE dairy farmers operating much more than a personal garden. There are just too few hours in the day to do both on a large scale unless modern equipment is in use. Note, this is from observational and not professional experience.
John Kerry is a lying POS. Would bet he never did a hard day's work in his entire life.
Would also bet that I have crawled across more acreage picking strawberries and tomatoes in my life than he and the hired hand drove the tractor across.
What a PHONEY!
This guy is so full of himself. Is he taking lessons from the KlinToon and AlBore both?
''When I was 12 years old, my passion was being allowed to go out and sit on the John Deere and drive it around the field and plow, and I learned, as a kid, what it was like to look in back of me and see those furrows, and see that pattern, and feel a sense of accomplishment, and end up dusty and dirty and tired but feeling great, looking back at that field that you plowed."
And now, translated from pompous, arrogant, East-Coast, blue-blood, condescending aristocrat-wannabe, Kerry-speak to plain English.
Let me tell you something. Even though I was a kid from the East, one of the greatest joys of my childhood was visting my aunt and uncle's dairy farm. In fact, for a while, I lived on a farm in Massachusetts with my parents. I even learned my first "cuss word" from one of the help while sitting on a tractor.
When I was 12 years old, my passion was being allowed to go out and sit on the John Deere. I would drive it around the field, plowing. I learned what it was like to see the pattern of furrows I created. It gave me a sense of accomplishment, even though I would end up dusty, dirty and tired. But it felt great looking back at the field that I had plowed.
Well..I did the same thing from time to time, and 40 years later it doesn't make me unfit to be an upper-level manager in my company. I don't like the man, and can think of many legitimate reasons why he is not qualified to be president, but "shooting the puck into the woods" is not one of them. Big deal.
Kerry is quite possibly the biggest poser to come down the pike in a long time.
America is not ready to elect a metrosexual gigolo faux war hero who absolutely cannot connect with the average American.
Damage control! Calling damage control! The a$$ opened his mouth again and spread more BS.
Now granted it was only for three days, but it's just as long as you spent 'living on a farm', you phony putz.
1 - It was my wifes Uncles tobacco farm in Ontario Canada, we went there prior to being married for a 'vacation' with her parents)
2 - I think it was a 'combine'? It was a big frickin thing for harvesting tobacco.
John Kerry - born in a log cabin that he built with his own hands.
I hope everybody who was there to hear this tissue of lies had some high boots on 'cause the s**t was sure deep.