JFK must have been the best loved president the United States of America had ever had. Patriotism was high, it was a time of general happiness, and the man himself held a generous share of charisma. It was such a sad fact that he started judging right and wrong over right and good.
It was twenty three years ago when I began my practice. Dentistry practises were few and far between in those days, and dentists were eyed with the self same caution that a tired horse eyes it's eager rider with. I remember having pulled my first tooth of a paying customer, the whole neighbourhood turned out to chant "Voodoo" in my praise (or condemnation). People get bored so fast and will soon comply with even the most bizarre of vogue or change. I soon became a popular figure in the community. People were intrigued by my most peculiar of occupations.
It was through my dentistry that I first became such a potential risk to the president's security. The Kennedy's were on my register and little Johnny's teeth had grown and multiplied and remained through my expert guidance and scraping. When Johnny became the president, nothing changed in so far as our relationship. I would see to masticatories while he payed the normal fee for my services. Of course I was proud at being dentist to the president, but nothing felt different really. The renown that it brought me did allow me to turn away those patients whom I deeply loathed and still keep a full register of mouths. I was a happy dentist, and the president had healthy teeth, the world seemed complete.
Now at this time, loving the president was an occupation that was fully employed, but it was not just a sole occupation, everyone also loved Marilyn. By Marilyn, I of course mean the entrepreneur, Marilyn Monroe. I did not know her in real life, but I have it on good stead that she liked to be called Tanya amongst friends. Between them, Johnny and Tanya shared the love of the United States of America, but while he was loved for many things, she was forced to cram her charisma solely into her beauty and elegance.
It was perhaps this coincidence of admiration that brought Johnny and Tanya together in the first place, who knows? At this time, Johnny was a married man and when he began to pursue a sexual relationship with Tanya, then this was wrong. With the admiration of all true hedonists, Johnny made decisions of good over right and continued his liaisons. I feel that I should point out that none of this I know to be true, I am only giving in to popular gossip.
The mistress as continual loser is, for the most part of her life, a bitter and jealous woman and the love child is always a demon in the eyes of his father. With the revelation of these facts came the thinking in terms of right and wrong. Tanya was dead within the week. She had become the special project of men of science. Men who could guess temperatures by looking at them, but more importantly, men who know what alien substances the human body cannot resist.
It was two days after Marilyn's funeral that JFK came to see me. He was visibly unhappy, to which he admitted freely, but at the same time he seem relieved of a burden, something which he never volunteered a comment on. I knew he was coming to visit me and had time to prepare for what I had to do. He always hated me using the drill and I used it plenty that day. I drilled holes in six of his back teeth under the pretence that it was just two. It wasn't just drilling out of petty spite, I could never be so shallow minded.
People always say they remember what they were doing when president Kennedy was shot. I was sitting in my surgery with all the blinds drawn and the lights off, in the dark with a tap left running just for company. At the very second he was shot I remember I was pushing the button on my remote controller that detonated the 6 grams of plastic explosives that I had planted in his teeth six weeks earlier.
I sometimes think that it was a terrible thing for me to do, but then it was a terrible thing for him to do, and sometimes two wrongs really do make it right.
THE END.