With eyes dead to magic, Barbara Bush threw a hag sheet over the rat guts & mailed a letter to someone from the motel across the street. Nobody was going to *** up wads without her input. It couldn't have been fewer than several years ago since her final stroke that would've killed an elephant had she loved an African with the intensity that such inversions defame.
   1963's week-long John Kennedy burial affair was burdened with grieving grievances, fraught with palace intrigue & inauthenticated by unpained mourners painlessly mourning.