Lyndon Johnson was a huge asshole. He invaded everyone’s personal space—if he wanted something from you, he would put his hand inside your suit jacket and roam around in there while his face would hover a lick’s distance from your cheek and his other hand would rub your shoulders or tug on your earlobe or squeeze other body parts. The discomfort was like a drug to him. The petty power games he played with everyone in his orbit ranged from the subtle (he’d never give a compliment without following it with a little personal barb) to the loud and clear (he would demand that reporters and legislators stand in the bathroom and talk to him while he was taking a shit). He bought an amphibious car seemingly just for the sake of a repeated prank: When an unwitting rube was sitting in the passenger seat, Johnson would pretend to lose control of the car and drive straight into a body of water, just to watch the fear on his passenger’s face and then laugh at their confusion when the car gracefully floated along the water. To read more, click here.