The way things are going for JFK, if he went out on one of his boats he would be attacked by a flotilla of attack rabbits.LOL! I can see it now. His girlie-man run toward the bow where tuh-RAY-zuh is busy working on her tan. "Lovey! Lovey!" he cries out, with his limp-wrist hands all a-twitter in the air about him. "Come quick, Lovey! You've got to do something about the rabbits! Save me from all those beastly rabbits!"
Tuh-RAY-zuh looks down at the tawny muscled fellow kneeling at her feet, silently applying gobs of nail-polish to her gnarled weather-beaten toes, and she says to him under her breath, "oh god, what did I do to deserve such a poltroon. And now it doesn't even look like he can get me into the White House. Shall we feed him to the rabbits?"
Mr. Muscle looks up at her and gives her a silent wink.