I looked up and there was chambers doing a number on my penis

 

I looked up and there was chambers doing a number on my penis...


Warning: this post has a mention of sex in it obviously



                                                                    Chambers


    This story comes from Greg who found an intriguing combination of theater and politics  in a PBS show called "Concealed Enemies" that ran in 1984. The show dealt with the Alger Hiss scandal and the dreaded House on Un-American Committee hearings in the late 1940's. Whitaker Chambers was a writer and editor for Time magazine and former Communist party member who testified in the hearings. Chambers dropped a bombshell in his testimony when he appeared by accusing well-repected diplomat Alger Hiss of being a spy for the Soviet Union. Hiss vehemently denied the charge and was set to reveal that Chambers was a closeted homosexual to discredit the man and his accusation. Being identified as gay in that time was a death-sentence for careers so such a claim would have destroyed the testimony and man. In the show a witness is being interviewed by a reporter and he tells him that he passed out from drinking at a cocktail party and woke up in the night finding Whitaker Chambers on his bed performing oral sex on him. Thus his line "I looked up and there was chambers doing a number on my penis?" It was pronounced in a decidedly New York accent which Greg found amusing. Despite his own hetero orientation the old story-teller used to repeat the line to get a laugh. "Concealed Enemies" was one of those shows that he watched repeatedly until he had the thing practically memorized. We all learned about Hiss finally getting convicted of perjury and being sent to prison after Whitaker strategically confessed to being "bisexual"  before Hiss could out him and his testimony stood up in the trial.


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