Mid-winter half a century ago was a dispiriting time in the office of Senator Robert Kennedy; at least if you were hoping Kennedy would challenge President Lyndon Johnson for the Democratic nomination. There was no secret about how RFK felt bout LBJ (and vice-versa)—they hated each other. One day, the poet Allen Ginsberg stopped by the senator's office, and with a bemused RFK and some of his staff looking on, chanted the Hare Krishna.
“What is that?” Kennedy asked.
“It's a mantra for the preservation of the universe,” Ginsberg said,
“You might want to take that to the fellow at the other end of Pennsylvania Avenue,” Kennedy replied.
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