America's first Catholic president, Democrat John F. Kennedy, told his teenage mistress, “I’d rather my children red than dead.”

To think that if I had been a few months older I would have been able to vote for a Democrat in the elections in 1960. As a Catholic I was taken in by the hoopla over the Democratic campaign that year. Here was another Catholic, John F. Kennedy, a handsome, charismatic war hero who was being maligned for his religion. The news media carried numerous stories that asked the question, would the Pope in the Vatican have any say about how a Catholic president performed his duties in the White House. I was thrilled when JFK got elected but my hopes and dreams died a few months later on the day that JFK turned his back on the Cuban exiles who had launched an invasion against Communist Fidel Castro in the Bay of Pigs in Cuba. It was JFK and his brother Robert who had promised the exiles air support and then reneged on that promise after the invasion reached Cuban soil. The invasion at the Bay of Pigs was launched in April 1961, less than three months after John F. Kennedy assumed the presidency in the United States and failed with terrible consequences. Hundreds of Cuban exiles were captured, tortured and killed by Castro's Communist forces.
 
Now, today, one more piece of history about the high moral character of this cowardly low-life Democrat has been revealed. It seems that our first Catholic president was having sexual relations in the White House with a teen-aged intern before, during and after the Cuban Missile Crisis. And more so, that our brave, high-moraled Catholic president had told this young girl, after his took away her virginity, that “I’d rather my children red than dead,”.

The New York Post published a story yesterday about a book just released called “Once Upon a Secret: My Affair with President John F. Kennedy and Its Aftermath,” written by Mimi Alford, who was a 19-year old girl from an influential family from New Jersey. Here is a caption from that story:

Teen mistress addresses relationship, pol's Cold War fears in memoir

By CYNTHIA R. FAGEN

(NYPOST) — She always called him “Mr. President” — not Jack. He refused to kiss her on the lips when they made love. But Mimi Alford, a White House intern from New Jersey, was smitten nonetheless.

She was in the midst of an 18-month affair with the most powerful man in the world, sharing not only John F. Kennedy’s bed but also some of his darkest and most intimate moments.

In her explosive new tell-all, “Once Upon a Secret: My Affair with President John F. Kennedy and Its Aftermath,” Alford, now a 69-year-old grandmother and retired New York City church administrator, sets the record straight in searingly candid detail.

In the summer of 1962, Alford was a slender, golden-haired 19-year-old debutante whose finishing-school polish and blueblood connections had landed her a job in the White House press office.

Four days into her internship, she was invited by an aide to go for a midday swim in the White House pool, where the handsome, 45-year-old president swam daily to ease chronic back pain. JFK slid into the pool and floated up to her.

“It’s Mimi, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“And you’re in the press office this summer, right?”

“Yes, sir, I am,” she replied.

And a few hours later John F. Kennedy had intercourse with her in his wife's bedroom after she told him she was still a virgin. You will have to click the title link and read the full four-page story to learn of the intimate details.

But it wasn't the salacious details of this sexual encounter describing how this teenager lost her virginity that caused me to write about it. It was a single statement of admission made by a so-called high moraled Catholic war hero, Democrat President John F. Kennedy, to 19-year old Mimi Alford at the height of the missile crisis that caught my eye. And I wonder how many other Democrats hold the same cowardly view as John F. Kennedy did when he said to Mimi, “I’d rather my children red than dead,”. Guess that's what made me grow up to be a Republican because I always believed just the opposite. I'd rather be dead than red. I would rather die standing on my feet than living the rest of my life groveling on my knees like a slave.