Ain’t gonna go there. Kissinger getting his balls massaged by the TSA is more than anyone needs to know.
Carter, Ford, Kissinger, a rabbi and a hippie were flying in a small plane. The plane developed engine trouble and it became clear that a crash was inevitable. They decided to bail out, but there were only four parachutes. Carter said, “I’m the President and the country needs me, so I’ve got to have one of the parachutes.” He grabbed a parachute and jumped out. Ford said, “I’m the ex-President and he needs me to advise him.” He took a parachute and jumped out. Then Kissinger said, “I’m the smartest man in the world so I’ve got to have a parachute.” And he took a parachute and jumped out. The rabbi turned to the hippie and said, “Son, I’m an old man. I’ve lived my life. You take the last parachute.” And the hippie said, “Don’t sweat it, man. The smartest man in the world just jumped with my backpack.”
No problem. Kissinger has no balls. He gave them to the North Vietnamese in Jan. 1973 and never looked back.