I wish I could remember where I read this, or who wrote it. Back in the '60's, after JFK's death, Norman Podhoretz, who is grotesque in a Betty Friedan sort of way, hallucinated that Jackie was interested in him. One day he cornered her and pressed his suit with her.
She looked at him as if he was a booger on her sleeve and said, "Mr. Podhoretz, just who do you think you are?"
Not long afterward, the jilted Poddy began his trek from the Left to the Right.
