Urban legend vs. the ugly truth
You know, all this Trump talk about Haitians eating cats in Springfield got me to thinking about G. Gordon Liddy.
No, he wasn’t Haitian. Liddy was Richard Nixon’s tough guy and the, um, mastermind behind the Watergate break-in.
And, no, Liddy didn’t eat cats.
In 1980 Liddy went on NPR to talk about how he managed to overcome his childhood fear of rats.
First thing I did—this, again, when I was a child—I would go down underneath the piers on the waterfront and try to confront the rats. And this didn’t work very well because first of all, rats swim very well. And they would just jump off and swim away. And I remained fearful of them—less and less, to be sure, but still, I had residual dread.
And finally, when my sister’s cat killed one freshly, I recalled the fact that certain American Indian tribes used to consume the heart of an enemy, that they consider to be courageous, to overcome the fear of that tribe.
The African Zulus I just learned in another program on this – in this city used to consume the heart, the brains and the genitalia for the same reason. It’s apparently a multiracial thing. And so I cooked and consumed part of the rat. And thereafter, I had no fear of rats.
Well, you can see where I’m going with this, right?
Trump’s Haitians eat cats in Springfield rant is a flat out lie. But Liddy’s ingestion of a rat is absolutely true. By his own admission.
Liddy grew up in Brooklyn. So if Harris and Waltz start harping about Republicans eating rats in Brooklyn and terrifying the locals that outrageous accusation will at least have a tiny grain of truth.
Oh please, Kamala and Tim, don’t bother to thank me.
It was a pleasure.
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