"... and a coop of Hungarian homing pigeons, along with the hawks, owls, raccoons, snakes, lizards, salamanders, and fish in my personal menagerie. A pair of bush babies lived under the porte-cochère, a nocturnal honey bear slept away his days in the playroom crawlspace, while my coatimundi and my giant leopard tortoise roamed free in the house. A jill ferret fed her pups under the kitchen stove. The mailman, retreating to his car, might be chased by goats, geese, or an imposing pack of barking dogs, where he might find a sea lion lolling on the vehicle’s warm hood, playfully slathering the windshield with a fount of fishy saliva. Aunt Jackie captured this bedlam in one of her watercolors, depicting frolicking children pursuing a football among a herd of galloping horses, a worn-out cook leaving the driveway with her overnight bags as her replacement arrives similarly encumbered, while canines pursue an accountant, tearing at his clothes...."
Writes RFK Jr., in "American Values: Lessons I Learned from My Family – An Intimate Memoir of Father and Son, the Kennedy Legacy, and Hope" (commission earned).
That's the only mention of raccoons in that book, which I've read and enjoyed and which I was searching this morning a propos of the new story "Kennedy Jr/RFK Jr once cut penis off ‘road-killed raccoon’ in New York, new book reveals/Health secretary in a diary entry said his kids were in the car as he cut off animal’s genitals in 2001 to 'study them later'" (Guardian).
Here's Kennedy when he was asked about the raccoon penis yesterday. I love the reaction, a subtle chuckle as he walks away. I read his mind to say: If only you knew the life I've lived. Your windshield was never slathered with fishy saliva.
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He once took home a whale's head to "study." What sort of studying does he do?
The weirdest creatures at Hickory Hill were RFK's kids ... the human ones, not the goatlings.
It reminds me of Theodore Roosevelt:
"Teedie’s interest in all 'curiosities and living things' became something of a trial to his elders. Meeting Mrs. Hamilton Fish on a streetcar, he absentmindedly lifted his hat, whereupon several frogs leaped out of it, to the dismay of fellow passengers. Houseguests at No. 28 learned to sit on sofas warily, and to check their water-pitchers for snakes before pouring. When Mittie, in great disgust, threw out a litter of field-mice, her son loudly bemoaned 'the loss to Science—the loss to Science.' From time to time, members of the domestic staff threatened to give notice. A protest by a chambermaid forced Teedie to move the Roosevelt Museum of Natural History out of his bedroom and into the back hall upstairs. 'How can I do the laundry,' complained the washerwoman, 'with a snapping turtle tied to the legs of the sink?' Finally, when a noxious odor permeated the entire house, even the good-natured cook issued her ultimatum: 'Either I leave or the woodchuck does.' Teedie had killed a fine specimen for anatomical study and ordered her to boil the animal, fur and all, for twenty-four hours."
From Edmund Morris's "Rise of Theodore Roosevelt."
I’m beginning to suspect these Kennedys might just have a propensity to excess.
Theodore Roosevelt’s White House was famous for a chaotic "menagerie" of over 40 pets kept by his six children. Ranging from traditional dogs and ponies to exotic animals like a badger, hyena, and small bears, the animals frequently roamed the White House, famously including a pony in the elevator.
Key Pets in the Roosevelt Menagerie:
Josiah: A badger with a penchant for nipping ankles.
Algonquin: The children's calico pony, famously brought up the White House elevator to cheer up a sick Archie.
Eli Yale: A blue macaw with a vicious bite.
Emily Spinach: A garter snake belonging to Alice Roosevelt.
Jack: A terrier, beloved by the President, who was buried at Sagamore Hill.
Fierce: A one-legged rooster.
Guinea Pigs: Several named Admiral Dewey, Dr. Johnson, Bishop Doan, and Father O’Grady.
The Kennedys are weird but my gut tells me some of these stories are just part of the family sabotaging and smearing Uncle Bobby. Who knows.
I work with a woman who has ten dogs, and I thought she was a bit eccentric. She also has a couple hundred sheep and a few alpaca.
Way back in the day I lived in a house nestled in a two acre orange grove in suburban San Diego. We had a gander to feed on the snails on the trees. He was about as vicious as a rabid Doberman--he even ruled our full sized collie. Don't mess with geese--they may not get mad, but they'll get even by pooping all over the place.
as he cut off animal’s genitals in 2001 to ‘study them later’
We'll murder them all
Amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few
We take home to experiment…
…so may of them are drunks. How do they know these animals aren’t imagined?
These types of stories make me like Junior more. He's definitely not boring.
TR has such an attractive family. Too bad he was such a crazed warmonger.
BTW, its a lot easier to take care of all those animals when you have servants - LOL. We had a parrot, 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 ducks and a Goldfish at one point - and that was more than enough!
Maybe he was making moonshine. A raccoon baculum (penile bone) is commonly used as part of a still.
I heard a clip on the Soviet Democrat Hack News Radio - it was a vile Democratic in power screaming at RFK Jr., not letting him speak.
the Soviet(D) media used the clip for their jerking and loyalty.
If Kennedy cut off a dead racoon's pecker he was probably after the baculum.
Some critters have a penis bone. These bones used to be popular way back as toothpicks and sometimes as watch fobs or other decorative items.
Recently, these baculums have been adopted by fuel thieves who use them for puncturing siphon proof tanks. You can hardly find a road-killed racoon anymore that hasn't had its baculum harvested for this purpose by disgusting, rural Trump voters who never wash their hands after and who are always sneaking around in trailer parks at night, incestuously stealing gas from their sisters and cousins and shooting at each other.
Your windshield was never slathered with fishy saliva.
Uncle Ted's Oldsmobile likely was, however.
They have since pinned the tail on the donkey and put him out to pasture.
The Kennedys are weird but my gut tells me some of these stories are just part of the family sabotaging and smearing Uncle Bobby.
If by “part of the family” you mean RFK Jr himself, sure.
At least he didn't drive off a road with a live racoon and leave it to drown, or kill two sisters because it turns out he wasn't Icarus. I hold the Kennedys to a very low bar.
Living around the corner from the Moonshine Museum/Georgia Racing Hall of Fame/County Offices, I have learned from an unwilling docent that certain local animal parts were used in stills.
When I visited the Little White House in South Georgia, where the polio-stricken FDR conducted the war and died while sleeping with his mistress, as his cousin-wife Eleanor was elsewhere, the docents were far less forthcoming about penises.
“Bushbabies under the Porte-cochere” would make a great masthead motto. CC, JSM
Slight pedantry: crashing ackshually made him Icarus. CC, JSM
If you think geese are threatening, spare a thought for the person who messes with a swan. Those things can break an arm with their beak (or so I have been told). I once saw one attack a priest who was swimming in a lake. It was all I could do not to laugh.
Is curiosity a virtue?
Kennedy Jr/RFK Jr once cut penis off ‘road-killed raccoon’ in New York, new book reveals/Health secretary in a diary entry said his kids were in the car as he cut off animal’s genitals in 2001 to 'study them later.
Here's an alternative title: In the Realm of the Senseless.
In the Realm of the Senses is a 1976 erotic art film written and directed by Nagisa Ōshima. It is a fictionalised and sexually explicit treatment of a 1936 murder committed by Sada Abe.
Their mutual obsession escalates until Ishida finds that she is most excited by strangling him during lovemaking, and he is killed in this fashion. Sada then severs his penis. While she is shown next to him naked, it is mentioned that she will walk around with his organ for four days before being arrested while smiling radiantly. Words written with blood can be read on his chest: "Sada Kichi the two of us forever."
The film explores themes of sexual obsession, power dynamics, and the blurred lines between violence and love, representing extreme consequences of resistance to social repression.
Is this an "RFK Jr. is like TR" post?
My admiration for Junior' had grown with his service. He doesn't talk to the press much, it would seem, and he seems determined to grind through those times when his attention is being demanded but his patience is mightily abused. As is the case with his testimony appearances before Congressmen who are hostile, and use their Congressional authority to badger him, taking advantage of his vocal disability. That's the lowest form of bullying, and they're right there, ready with it. We really have some lower life forms occupying elected office.
“What happened to dead coon’s penis?”
You don’t just give a casual answer to some flunky reporter in the hallway. That’s a subject for prime-time exclusive, right there.
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