Killing Marilyn

Phil (in Germany) and I (here in Honolulu) having our weekly hour and a half phone talk last night, he brought up the subject of Marilyn Monroe's having been in all likelihood murdered, saying he's been reading recent writing on the subject.  And I, while I know nothing of the facts (actually, now that I reflect on it, I do have a certain recollection of the case--although I'm profoundly bored by it), said, "Sure.  If you've seen the video of her singing 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President,' you know she was out of control, and had to be put down.  Same deal as with Princess Di."  And we agreed that brother Bobby probably did the deed with his own hands.  Then we talked a little about what Golden People the Kennedys were--How Jack always made sure that the bimbos he screwed were willing bimbos, and how Jackie could make conversation in four languages flawlessly.  Jesus, those were the days.