Kennedy Recipe Unsealed

Kennedy Recipe Unsealed

“When my father spoke, you listened.” Edward M. Kennedy emphatically digressed as he spoke to the BEND Commission* last Thursday night. The Massachusetts senior US senator was invited to speak to the BEND media executives and university professors at their monthly rite of “self thought”. “Joe told us to project an image of godlike proportions.” He said: “Hover over the peasants like Zeus, and they’ll congregate to adore you”. “They think like dodos and flock like chickens. But, don’t let your life off-stage taint the pretense you project when you’re visible and “among amoeba.” “Perfect and protect your mask and cloak. Live your private life privately.”

Kennedy’s metaphoric language appealed to the Boston elites, who seemed to clearly understand. They had come to taste the crème brulee, and the senator appeared to deliver a genuine sugar high.

Kennedy recited the steel underpinnings that delivered his family to its plateau of influence:
· Take the fastest route to the top
· Exercise the greatest influence within your means
· Enlist the strongest to smash barriers to your success
· Stifle “wrong” messages
· Understand intimidation. Strike first.
· Condition audiences to expect your prominence
· Expect your rewards


He looked at the forty-four assembled members eye to eye: “And here’s what I’ve added to the Kennedy mystique…Own the newspaper, own the networks, guide the media. As for the media you cannot dominate, crush their credibility into a little pulp and stuff it down their throats.” “When they offer an embarrassing fact to 10,000, sell a lie to a million. You’ll win hands-down.” The senator listened to the strength in his own voice and he stood taller. He envisioned himself a man made of granite and gold. He was Zeus. It was an evening on Olympus.

It was long and black. An immaculate Town Car. The driver wore a tight black cap and brown leather gloves. The Senator had given up the Kennedy family recipe, but he had held back a few of the sweetest seasonings for his own stews. The senator left the building taking massive strides, and his square clenched jaw smiled just a bit.

* Boston Elite Natural Domination Commission
Courtesy of Slater’s Onion-in-the-Eye News