Lyndon Johnson’s Bull
When the co-chair of a White House conference, “To Fulfill These Rights,” scheduled for June 1966, asked him what kind of session he wanted, the president replied: “In the hill country in the spring, the sun comes up earlier, and the ground gets warmer, and you can see the steam rising and the sap dripping. And in his pen, you can see my prize bull. He’s the biggest, best-hung bull in the hill country. In the spring he gets a hankering for those cows, and he starts pawing the ground and getting restless. So I open the pen and he goes down the hill, looking for a cow, with his pecker hanging hard and swinging. Those cows get so Goddamn excited, they get more and more moist to receive him, and their asses just start quivering and they start quivering all over, every one of them is quivering, as that bull struts into their pasture.” As his distinguished visitors gaped at him in stunned silence, Johnson smacked his hands together noisily, then continued. “Well, I want a quivering conference. That’s the kind of conference I want. I want every damn delegate quivering with excitement and anticipation about the future of civil rights.”
— The White House Looks South, William E Leuchtenburg 2005, page 336