Posted on 05/27/2018 9:01:19 AM PDT by bitt
In May 1961, an elderly woman in Paris heard a knock at the door of her six-story walk-up apartment. It was only the most powerful man in the world.
The president of the United States was going door-to-door hoping to find the call girl he had discreetly arranged to meet.
John F. Kennedy, it turned out, used a fake excuse about a doctor’s visit to attend a long-arranged dalliance while in Paris for a crucial summit, only to wind up in the wrong building, knocking on the doors of random Parisians who were left with the surprise of their lives.
The tale of this ill-advised but ultimately, er, successful liaison is recounted in “Madame Claude: Her Secret World of Pleasure, Privilege, & Power,” by William Stadiem (St. Martin’s Press).
Madame Claude, born Fernande Grudet on July 6, 1923, in Angers, France, was one of the world’s most successful madams.
Starting in 1957, she ran an exclusive, high-class prostitution ring that offered a very specific type of woman — tall, supermodel-gorgeous, classy and upscale (or at least trained to appear so) — to the world’s richest and most powerful men.
(Excerpt) Read more at nypost.com ...
Was Mimi Beardsley the young thing, that JFK told, he would rather be ‘red’ than dead?
Or his brother Ted Kennedy, now celebrating his 3,198th day of sobriety.
Dude was a horndog.
I don’t have Mimi’s book right here but that intern affair was more scandalous than the later Monica-Bill liaison. Mimi was younger, a virgin before JFK, and Mimi was put on the official White House travel roster so she could be on call for him. On some later trips she traveled but not as part of the official travel staff.
“It was only the most powerful man in the world.”
I really hate hearing these kinds of comments. What is ‘powerful’? Powerful didn’t stop him from getting shot, or save his life. Politicians are supposed to be public servants, not ‘powerful’. No moral being is truly powerful. True power comes from compassion, integrity, honor, self-sacrifice, honesty, and courage.
In the mid-60's I was working for a small recording studio in mid-Manhattan run by the Tonight Show musicians. That studio was an 'establishment' enterprise, of course; but there was another studio down in The Village that was more cutting edge. The owner asked me one day to take a pile of tapes downtown to the other studio; when I offered to take a cab he insisted that I let his chauffeur drive me downtown in his Rolls-Royce limo. Driving down New York City's Fifth Avenue, me sitting in the back seat, I literally saw well-dressed women smiling and waving, even ready to get in the car.
Being a country good-ol-boy guy, I was shocked... and obviously never forgot the experience.
A New York Tel guy once told me that there was a ritzy hi-rise on the upper east side with one phone pair in the basement terminal sealed with a tag to not tamper on orders of the President of the United States. He said a squeeze lived there of the Sec State, Henry Kissinger. Kissinger was no spring chicken even then.
“Seems like a Kennedy on the prowl....”
Looks like Jack wanted to take the skin boat to tuna town!
Looks like Jack was looking to put the hot dog in the bun!
Looks like Jack was a tom cat on the prowl - meow!
Looks like Jack wanted to take the ol’ log to the beaver!
Looks like Jack was gonna bury his boner!
Rumor had it Marlyin JFK or Robert’s baby leading to a deep depression and suicide.
“I’d rather my children be red than dead,” he allegedly told Alford at the time, according to the New York Post.
Which is not to say all sex fiends are CommiecRAT.
I dated a CommiecRAT back in the early sixties, but she didn't turn me into a CommiecRAT, even when she was turning me on.
I certainly wasn't a CommiecRAT during my years of fiending in Bangkok.
(Thank you Uncle Sam for turning me loose over there.)
“...“I’d rather my children be red than dead,” he allegedly told Alford at the time, according to the New York Post...”
Thanks for the reference.
Those Kennedy men were real pieces of work, weren’t they? How can anyone admire those sleazeballs?
You’re Welcome. These words caused me to see him a coward and not fit to hold the office of president.
Pretty easy to make up stories 57 years after the fact ... and possibly lucrative if you drop the right name.
There are worse things than fat. Predators, liars and adulterers don’t get a pass by being thin.
It was after JFK was assassinated that the Secret Service got serious about protective entourages.
Re: the Beatles.
A lot of women/girls were hired to scream and carry on. Once you get mob behavior started, others (who aren’t paid) will join in. Kind of the 60’s version of the astroturf protests that the democrats like to buy.
Yes. Shook his hand at 17 or so.
He became what he coveted: powerful, decadent.
“she suicided”
Are you sure that’s what happened?
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