Yeah, once again the brain dead masses can ooh and ahh, ogle and gesticulate at the corpses of dead females washing up onto a Kennedy's front doorstep.The American ideal, Camelot reborn.
John and Joe were the only American Patriots the family produced. Teddy definitely went over to the dark side, one of his official acts of note was a series of entreaties to the Soviet Premier hoping to enlist the Premier's aid in order to portray GOP Presidential Candidate Ronald Reagan as a war monger, which the Soviet Premiere wisely declined. Some other notable acts were Kennedy's performance on the Senate Judicial Committee Hearing regarding the Supreme Court Nomination of Justice Samuel Alito where Kennedy shamelessly accused Justice Alito of being a Neanderthal jurist wanting to leave trails of dead females in this nation's back alleyways. Mrs Alito, in attendance during her husbands lengthy hearings, who spent her childhood a few doors down from where Mary Joe Kopechne grew up, was forced to run out of the Senate hearing room, choking back tears. Callous, bombastic, oaf. Then there were the future Senator's antics in Mexico City when he stormed into the US consulate demanding the US Ambassador provide him with interviews, and the space to conduct them, with all of Mexico's angry Leftists. The Ambassador respectfully told the future Senator to provide his own interviews and spaces. The aspiring Liberal Lion of the Senate then proceeded to go out and rent an entire Mexican bordello for the night to assuage and calm his dissappointment and anger.
DOD Pentagon liason, because the Senator was oftentimes Chairman of the powerful Senate Armed Services Committee, kept careful note and record of the Senator's favorite, out of the way, relatively private, DC watering holes that he frequented on a regular basis in case they needed to reach him in an emergency. When occassion arose, they often found him toe to toe with his favorite drinking comrade, Senator Chris Dodd (D-CT), seeing who could drink whom under the table first.
Like father, like son. There's also the ballad of yound Paddy. In the middle of a hot, humid July night somewhere around 2004, DC police police received a report of a car travelling erratically, repeatedly being slammed into the concrete barriers in downtown DC. When the patrol car sent out to check the report arrived at the scene they found young Patrick Kennedy (D-RI) clad only in his undershorts behind the wheel. When the officer politely suggested a ride downtown to discuss these events at roughly 2:00AM, young Paddy demurred, saying he was on his way to cast a vote in the House Of Representatives. Young Paddy later admitted to having consumed some Phenergan cough syrup ordered by his physician along with his usual dose of Lorazepam. No mention was made of the quart of Scotch consumed earlier in the evening. Young Paddy was involved in another autombile escapade several weeks earlier, when a vehicle he was operating collided with another vehicle as young Paddy was turning into the parking lot of his downtown neighborhood CVS in Providence. The accident report filled out by the other driver, carrying DOD insurance was perfectly neat and legible, every T crossed, every I dotted. Young Paddy's was simply a scrawl, with not even the signature recognizable.
And we want more of this?